LOGINBorn into blood. Forged in cruelty. Trained to kill. Seventeen-year-old Sophie is the last heir of the original Hunter bloodline, raised under the merciless hand of her grandfather, the Grand Wizard. Every scar she carries was earned in his service, every ounce of her strength forged through his brutal demands. Among her peers, she’s earned another name—the Ice Queen—untouchable, unyielding, and impossible to break. But when the devastatingly charming Jax Kilsome strides into her life, Sophie’s carefully built walls begin to crack. With war against the Wolf Nation looming, she finds herself torn between her role as her grandfather’s heir and the unexpected family she discovers in her Hunter squad. For the first time, loyalty isn’t just about blood—it’s about belonging. As the Hunters prepare for their most dangerous campaign yet, Sophie must navigate treacherous alliances, the stirrings of her guarded heart, and the secrets of a bloodline that may be both her greatest weapon and her ultimate curse. Cold steel, fierce bonds, and forbidden fire—Sophie’s war is only just beginning.
View More(Xavier’s POV)The moment Sophie disappeared beyond the ridge, my wolf went feral.I tried to hold still, to listen, to be the King everyone needed, but loneliness and dread gutted me in the silence after her departure.“She’ll be fine,” I muttered. “She’s trained for this.”Magi looked up. “You’re lying to yourself again, Xavier.”“She’s with my best,” I snapped. “And Shiloh’s a fighter.”Magi’s gaze didn’t soften. “You’re not worried about the dead. You’re worried about her.”I didn’t answer. Instead, my insides roiled with fear for Sophie’s safety, and my wolf gave voice to that desperation, a deep, guttural growl that vibrated in my ribs.Magi sighed. “If Marie still has a tether to you...”"She doesn’t," I snapped.“Then going there could give her another chance to bind you,” she finished anyway. “If she tastes that power again...”“I said she doesn’t.”But I felt it. A pulse beneath the skin, faint and sticky, like sap clinging to old bark. Magic doesn’t forget who’s fed it.Mag
(Sophie pov)The Base seethed with undead and chaos. The hunters admitted us without resistance.We forced our way through the dead, setting their bodies alight as we went, Samuel and Amara flanking close. Corridors ran slick with thawing ice and blood that wouldn’t dry. Every shadow twitched; every sudden clatter made my throat go hollow.William barreled ahead, axe swinging through the reanimated. Amara moved behind me, palms bright with magic.“They’re adapting again,” she said. “The dead remember. They’re getting smarter.”“Lovely,” William grunted. “Now they’re organised.”“Marie’s feeding them,” Amara said. “More power. Sex magic.”My stomach turned. The thought of that woman, half-witch, fully dead, pumping new life into corpses made something in me cold and furious.“Then we cut the cord,” I said. Give them a double death.I pushed the cold out through my fingers. Frost spidered across concrete, veins of white that bit and cracked the air. The first handful of corpses that shu
(Shiloh’s POV)We had reached the base, and I was running on pure adrenaline. Jax telling the hunters to stand down had me shook. I had one motive. Get my man.I wiped sweat from my neck and nodded to the elite guards behind me. They moved quiet, disciplined, every sense sharpened to the bone. Somewhere ahead, through smoke and gunfire, Ronan was chained up.“Eyes open,” I whispered. “If it’s dead and it moves, kill it twice.”The nearest guard grunted acknowledgment. We stepped over a broken gate. The base looked wrong, lights flickering, doors half open, the sound of metal dragging against concrete.The undead weren’t hiding anymore. They were patrolling.One of the guards murmured, “They learn.”“I noticed,” I said, raising my sword.A corpse in half-ruined combat armor turned the corner ahead, dragging a broken sword. It didn’t lunge stupidly; it assessed.As it called for others, I could see movement down the corridor, shapes emerging from the smoke.“Now,” I snapped.Steel met b
(Jax’s POV)Lucian had finally gone too far.Undead.On my base.The stench of swamp rot followed Marie wherever she slithered, and now every hunter had that look, fear disguised as discipline. Wolves, we understood. Monsters we could shoot. But this? This was blasphemy wearing a woman’s half-beautiful face.I marched beside Lucian while he ranted about power and kings and destiny.“You brought her here,” I snapped. “You brought them here. Hunters hunt monsters, we don’t bed them.”Lucian smiled with cracked-glass calm. “Marie is a weapon. You use weapons, you don’t judge them.”“Tell that to the dozen maggots trailing her,” I said, nodding at the undead marching behind like chained nightmares.His pupils shrank. “Careful.”I stepped closer, shoulders nearly touching. “Bring that thing into my base again, and I’ll put a bullet through her face and yours.”For a heartbeat, madness flickered, bright and eager. Then a slow smile.“Try.”I shoved through the doors, leaving Lucian outside
(Ronan’s POV)Cold metal bit deep into my wrists where the shackles hung me from a reinforced beam. Hunters’ base reeked, sweat, bleach, and now… the stifling presence of death. Fear prickled under my skin, raw and relentless.Marie paced in slow circles in the center of the room, dragging her fingers over the walls like she owned them. Her dead followed, silent, heads tilted, waiting for her next thought.Lucian hovered beside her, posture gloating, eyes glittering with anticipation, as if parading his favorite monster and daring anyone to challenge his control.And me?I was nothing but the battered chew toy, waiting for the next cruel bite.She stopped in front of me, her half-restored face inches from mine.“You smell of kings and mates,” she rasped. “The Fire Wolf will come for you, because he cannot bear to lose his own. All that power… I will drink it when he does.”“Bold move,” I said. “Kidnap the strong, hope the stronger shows up. Very… strategic. Did you think of that all b
(Ryder’s POV)The base felt wrong today.Quiet. Too quiet for a place full of soldiers, men, and women who loved to hear themselves talk. The silence pressed in, unnatural.I hunched over the console in the security room, eyes burning from hours of combing through footage. Jax wanted everything within three blocks of the factory. He wanted answers. He wanted proof.He wouldn’t get any from me. Not today.Every clip that would’ve shown Shiloh, Harris, or Kofi? Gone. Deleted. Buried under dummy files with bogus timestamps.Jax might be a brutal bastard, but tech wasn’t his thing.I slid the USB stick into a folder labeled "URGENT — JAX ONLY." All neat. All obedient. All fake.The monitor’s blue glow cast shadows in the dark, cold, and isolating atmosphere.My hands shook, so I laced them behind my head to still them.Shiloh.My brain wouldn’t shut up about her. If she didn’t make it out of the Wolf Nation…My stomach twisted, a cold knot tightening inside.And Harris… He’d been a father
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