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View More"You’re staring at that boarding pass like it’s a death warrant, Ebu. It’s just a flight to Valemont."
"It’s not just a flight, Helena. It’s a one-way ticket to answers I might not actually want to find."
"Then don't go for the answers. Go for the thrill. You've spent your whole life in the Shadowclaw District smelling like wet pavement and desperation. Valemont smells like old magic and expensive blood."
"I’ll settle for smelling like a decent espresso for once."
"Careful with that caffeine, little brother. Your wolf is already pacing. I can feel the static from here."
"I’m fine. Just get home safe, okay? I'll call you when the transport lands at Ravenfall International."
"Go. Shift your perspective, Ebu. Before the moon does it for you."
"Watch it!"
"Shit... fuck!"
"Oh, ancestors! I am so sorry! My pup—he just bolted!"
"It’s fine... just keep him back."
"I truly didn't see you standing there. Are you alright? That was scalding."
"I said it’s fine. Just go. Please."
"Fuck... damn it, that hurts."
"Hold still."
"What the—?"
"Don't pull away. The ice will help."
"I didn't hear you walk up. Who are you?"
"Does it matter? Your skin is blistering, Little Wolf."
"You... you’re a Dominion wolf. I can tell by the weight of your scent. Cedar and... something sharp. Like a frozen forest."
"You have a keen nose for someone so young. Breathe, Ebu. The ice needs five minutes."
"How do you know my name?"
"I read your luggage tag while you were busy cursing the Goddess. And I’ve been watching you since you entered the terminal."
"Is that a threat or a hobby?"
"In the Northern Dominion, we call it observation. You shouldn't be traveling alone with a scent that sweet. It draws predators."
"I can handle myself. I grew up in the Shadowclaw District."
"The District is a playground compared to where you're going. Valemont doesn't just bite; it swallows."
"Is that why you're helping me? To give me a warning? Or do you just like playing the hero for strangers in first class?"
"I don't play hero. And you aren't just a stranger. You’re the only thing in this terminal that doesn't smell like fear and cheap cologne."
"You're very blunt. Is that a Russian trait? Or just a 'You' trait?"
"It’s an Ifu trait. And yes, my home is the Northern Dominion. We don't have time for the flowery lies you're used to in Blackthorn City."
"Ifu. It fits. Sounds like a storm."
"And Ebu sounds like a prayer. One I might be interested in answering."
"You're flirting with me while my wrist is literally frozen to a cup of ice."
"Is it working?"
"Maybe. But I'm going to Valemont for a reason. I don't have room for a distraction, especially one that looks like you."
"A distraction? Is that what I am? I thought I was the man saving your skin."
"You're a man who knows too much and says too little. Why are you really on this transport?"
"The Okoye Moon Dominion has interests in Valemont. Business, Ebu. The kind that requires a certain... presence."
"Business. Right. I should have guessed by the watch. And the tattoo. What is that on your collarbone? It looks like a Brand."
"It’s a promise. One I intend to keep."
"I should go. They're calling for the Valemont boarding."
"Go then, Little Wolf. Apply the aloe once you're in the air. The attendant has been instructed to bring it to your seat."
"You instructed the attendant? You haven't even moved."
"I don't have to move to be obeyed."
"Thank you, Ifu. Truly."
"Don't thank me yet. We haven't even started. Enjoy the hunt in Valemont, Ebu. I'll be seeing you sooner than you think."
"Are you going to keep haunting that basin, Ebu? The sun hasn't even crested the spires of Valemont.""I'm fine, Helena. Just... the mountain air isn't agreeing with me this morning.""We're werewolves, little brother. We don't get 'mountain sickness.' You smell like distress and sour bile. Did you eat something silver-laced at that tavern?""No. I just need a minute. My wolf is... restless. My skin feels too tight.""You haven't been the same since that transport ride. If I didn't know better, I’d say you were pining for that Northern stranger. Get your head on straight. We have a legacy to reclaim.""I'm trying. Just stay off the link for a second. I need silence."The nausea doesn't just whisper; it roars.I barely make it to the porcelain, my knees hitting the stone floor of the Ashbourne Ridge flat with a jarring thud. I heave until my throat burns, my claws digging into the grout as I gasp for air. Sweat coats my forehead, and my vision swims in the dim pre-dawn light.It’s just
"The transport has docked at Ravenfall International, Ebu. Wake up. Your wolf is sluggish.""I’m awake, Ifu. I was just... lost for a moment. Where did you go? The seat next to me was cold when the engines cut.""I had to check in with the Northern Dominion guards. Protocol. You look flushed. Is the change in altitude hitting your blood?""Maybe. Or maybe it’s the fact that I just let a stranger knot me in a mid-air transition chamber. My head is spinning.""It wasn't a dream, Little Wolf. I can still smell myself on your skin from across the aisle. But don't look for a permanent bond just yet. Valemont is a city of illusions.""You're leaving? Just like that? No contact, no pack-link?""For now. You have ghosts to hunt in the Valemont Blood Archives. I have territory to secure. If the moon wills it, our paths will cross at Shadowfang Manor. Until then, keep your scent masked. There are scavengers in this city who would kill for a taste of an Adeyemi."The hum of the Great Beast’s arc
"Don't look at the door, Ebu. Look at the beast inside me. You said you wanted to feel the ground? I am the only solid thing in this sky.""Ifu... stop talking. Just—by the Goddess, your hands... I’ve never felt anyone this strong.""Because you've spent your life around runts and street dogs in the Shadowclaw District. You've never had a Northern Alpha claim your space before. Do you like how I handle you?""I hate that I like it. I hate that my wolf is purring instead of fighting. You're a stranger.""A stranger who knows the exact frequency of your heartbeat. A stranger who can smell that you've been starved of a real touch for years. Is it enough, Little Wolf? Or do you need more?""I need... I need to know why you're looking at me like I'm the most precious thing you've ever hunted.""Because you are. Now, hold onto the silver rail. I’m going to remind you why the Adeyemi bloodline was feared, and I’m going to do it by making you scream my name."The vibration of the Great Beast’
"Ebu, you're gripping that seat like you're trying to crush the moon itself. Relax before you accidentally shift and tear the upholstery.""It’s not the height, Ifu. It’s the confinement. Being trapped in this transport while the Northern winds howl outside... it makes my wolf claw at my ribs.""Then let him claw. Or better yet, give him something else to focus on.""Is that your solution for everything? Distraction?""Only when the distraction is as captivating as you. Your scent is spiking—it’s sharp, like ozone before a storm. You’re terrified.""I am not terrified. I am... hyper-aware.""Of what? The altitude? Or the fact that I haven't moved my hand from your wrist yet?""Both. Mostly you. Who are you really, Ifu Okoye? A Dominion wolf doesn't just sit in the common cabin of a Great Beast transport by accident.""I told you, I have interests in Valemont. And as for my 'occupation'... let's just say I ensure that things stay in their rightful place. I’m a shepherd for those who ha






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