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Nalani's POV I froze.Fingers trembling as I held the fragile pages, heart slamming against my ribs. I aligned the torn edges slowly, carefully.They fit. Perfectly.My breath caught in my throat, sharp and sudden, as the script flowed seamless across the join. Words I’d never seen stared back at me, complete for the first time. A secret hidden in plain sight, torn apart to protect it, now whole in my shaking hands.Shock rooted me to the spot, disbelief, wonder, fear crashing together.I sat down slowly on the nearest bench, the old wood creaking under me, and began to read.My dearest Alec,If you are reading this, then the worst has come. The rogue king stirs in his unnatural sleep, and the world teeters on the edge of darkness once more.I have seen it in visions granted by the Moon… flashes of blood and fire, a king risen from death by forbidden blood and gold. The Lynix and Goldmoon lines entwined to resurrect him, binding his fate to theirs.If he awakens fully, no blade, no c
Nalani's POVThe next day dawned with a fragile mercy, the sun rising pale and hesitant over the ruins of Ashwood. Kieran’s scent still clinging to the sheets like a ghost. My body felt… better. Not whole… the deep gashes had scabbed into angry red lines that pulled with every movement, and the bruises bloomed purple across my ribs but stronger.The antidote’s cool strength lingered in my veins, dulling the serum’s burn to a low hum. Joints ached less, skin no longer prickled with every brush of fabric. The pup kicked with more vigor, a reassuring flutter that grounded me. But the effects weren’t gone entirely; a faint shadow of deformation hovered, a twinge in my fingers, a subtle stretch in my bones when I flexed. It was there, waiting.I dressed in borrowed clothes… sturdy pants, a tunic that hid the bandages, the cloak from Mara to conceal my tattoos. The weight of the last vial in my pocket was a constant reminder: one more dose, one more chance if the shadows returned.Stan fou
Nalani's POV The hidden trail Mara had described wound through the deepest shadows of Black Moon like a vein through poisoned flesh, narrow and overgrown, barely distinguishable from the surrounding wilderness. I followed it east, moving under cover of pre-dawn darkness that slowly gave way to the pale gray of daybreak filtering weakly through the dense canopy in dappled patches that danced across the forest floor but did little to chase away the bone-deep chill clinging to my skin. The forest here was ancient and unforgiving… massive trees with trunks wider than three wolves abreast, their bark scarred and blackened in places as if the corruption had seeped even into the wood. Roots twisted like gnarled fingers over moss-covered rocks, tripping hazards hidden beneath layers of fallen leaves that crunched softly under my bare feet.But even this untouched corner carried the pack’s horrid stench. It coated my tongue, burned my nostrils, made my eyes water with every breath. How coul
Nalani's POVConsciousness returned in slow, painful fragments… warmth pressing against my back like a living thing, the comforting scent of woodsmoke and healing herbs filling my nose, mingling with the faint sweetness of dried lavender and sharp tang of pine resin.Soft voices murmured nearby like a distant lullaby, one low and steady, the other high and curious. My eyelids fluttered open to a low ceiling of rough-hewn logs, firelight flickering and dancing across the beams in golden waves that chased away the shadows. I lay on a thick pallet of blankets and furs in a small, hidden cabin… walls lined with bundles of dried plants hanging from twine, shelves crowded with jars of salves and tinctures glowing amber in the fire’s glow, a single narrow window shuttered tight against the dangers of the night.The woman from the forest sat on a low stool beside me, her posture relaxed yet alert, dipping a clean cloth into a bowl of steaming water infused with something sharp and medicinal…
Nalani's POV The corridors blurred into a nightmare of steel and alarms… red lights strobing across my vision, sirens wailing like banshees in my ears as Jade’s voice boomed over the speakers, calm and mocking. “Containment breach in Sector 7. Subject is loose. Lethal force authorized. All units converge.”My bare feet slapped against cold concrete, the sound echoing in the narrow corridor, just before lockdown and then grated against loose dirt as I burst through a rusted service hatch into the night. Cool forest air hit my face like a slap… sharp, alive, for the first time in months, I breathed it in deeply, lungs expanding with something like hope expecting it to carry the rich scent of pine needles, damp earth, and distant rain that promised a storm on the horizon. Freedom. But it tasted like blood and the lingering bitterness of serum still coating my tongue.And beneath it all, carried on the wind, was the pack’s smell… a horrid, cloying stench that turned my stomach: rotting m
Nalani's POV The key hovered inches from the lock, Bianca’s fingers trembling like leaves in a storm. Her eyes locked on mine, wide with indecision, the weight of her choices crashing down. Damian’s voice crackled through the screen behind her, mocking Caspian’s fallen form. “Pathetic. The great alpha, brought low by his own heart.”Bianca’s breath hitched again, the key dipping closer…The door to the observation room burst open with a bang.Bianca froze, key slipping slightly as she whipped her head around. Cleo strode in, a sleek black pistol gripped in her hand, her face a mask of cold calculation. The disguise of a shy, naive she-wolf completely gone. Her eyes… dark, cunning swept the room, landing on Bianca with a sneer.“What the hell are you doing?” Cleo hissed, raising the gun in a fluid motion, aiming square at Bianca’s chest. “You idiot. I knew you’d crack. Always so weak, so desperate for scraps.”Bianca’s hand recoiled from the lock as if it burned, the key still clutche
Nalani’s POV“Wake up, Bianca.”The words barely left my mouth before my sister let out another long, dramatic snore. She was buried so deep under her blanket that only a chaotic explosion of ginger hair poked out, like flames trying to escape a smothering cloud. Typical Bianca… sleeping like the w
Caspian’s POVNalani stood rigid between us, confusion and fear flickering across her face as her eyes darted from me to Kieran. The tension was so thick it felt like the forest itself was holding its breath. My little wolf took a hesitant step back, sensing the hostility rolling off both of us in w
Nalani’s POVI lay flat on my back on the training mat, arms crossed behind my head, staring up at the high ceiling of the Halestone pack gym. Sweat still clung to my skin from the last set. My lungs burned, but my mind was clear.“I need to work on my weaknesses,” I said, voice steady. “I won’t wi
Nalani’s POVI knelt in the backyard garden, my fingers buried deep in the cool, dark soil around my mother’s prized flowers. The late-afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, casting golden patches across the petals. I was lost in the simple rhythm of tending them when a sharp buzz jolted from t







