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Nalani’s POVI followed the tall stranger away from the pulsing lights and thumping music of the ceremony. He led me through a shadowed garden path until the noise faded to a distant hum. We stopped in a secluded alcove hidden behind tall hedges, moonlight filtering through the leaves in silver shards.“Give me your hand,” he said suddenly.I hesitated, skepticism curling in my chest. But curiosity and maybe the lingering buzz of vodka won out. I extended my arm.His grip was firm. Then I saw the glint of steel in his other hand.The knife flashed downward before I could pull away. Pain seared across my palm… sharp, bright, immediate.“Fuck!” I hissed, yanking my hand back and cradling it against my chest. “What the hell is wrong with you?”He didn’t flinch. Instead, he watched, calm, almost reverent as the cut on my palm knit itself closed in seconds. Flesh sealed, blood vanished, leaving only smooth skin.The blood that had welled up was silvery, not fully red. It shimmered faintly
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 waves.My canines lengthened, spine rigid. Kieran’s gaze met mine… cold, challenging and I felt the familiar rage ignite in my chest.“Are you brothers?” Nalani’s voice cut through the silence, small but steady.Neither of us answered. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the traitor who’d shared my blood, my home, my life. The hate between us burned hotter than any wound. Years of betrayal, resentment, and unspoken accusations fueled every glare. He hated me for the choices I’d made, for the path I’d forced on us both. I hated him for turning his back when it mattered most, for the cold indifference that had poisoned everything we once shared.We were brothers by blood. Enemies by choice.“Could som
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 win the tournament if I don’t.”Smith crouched beside me, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “That’s the spirit. Let’s start with core strength. You need to be able to take a hit and keep moving.”He tossed me a heavy medicine ball. “Sit-ups. But not the sloppy kind. I want you to focus on controlling your movements, engage your core not just your arms or momentum.”I took a deep breath and then began to lift myself up, the medicine ball clutched tightly to my chest, Smith watched me closely and soon enough a scowl formed on his face“Not like that Stormy” his voice firm but encouraging “You’re using your arms to lift yourself up. I want you to use your core, Feel the burn in you
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 the pocket of my baggy brown pants. The vibration startled me so badly that I lost my balance and toppled backward from my squat, landing hard on the damp grass. Mud smeared across my palms and the seat of my pants in an instant.“Yes?” I barked into the phone the moment I answered.“Calm down, Stormy. Who pissed you off now?” Smith’s voice rolled through the speaker, thick with amusement. I could picture the crooked grin spreading across his face, the way his eyes would crinkle at the corners.I sighed, already dreading the laundry ahead. “What do you want?”“Are you coming to the event tonight?”I blinked. “What event?”“You seriously don’t know?” He let out a soft laugh. “And don’t you dar
Nalani’s POV“Who are you?”The voice in my dream was low, urgent, edged with something ancient and heavy. Shadows pressed in around me, thick and suffocating, the kind of dark that swallowed light whole. I couldn’t see his face, only the faint outline of broad shoulders and eyes that burned like embers in the void.“That’s not important,” he said. “Listen to me. You must be careful.”A chill raced down my spine. Careful of what? I opened my mouth to demand answers, but the words never came. The darkness shifted, coiled, and then… I was ripped awake.Sweat soaked my skin, plastering my nightshirt to my back and chest. My sheets were twisted around my legs like ropes, binding me to the mattress. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. For several long seconds I lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece the fragments together. A warning. A voice. Foreboding that clung to me like smoke.The alarm shrieked from my nightstand.“Shit.”I bolted upright. The dream f
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 world owed her eight more hours.“Go away,” she mumbled, voice thick and muffled.I rolled my eyes so hard I felt it in my temples, then yanked the blanket away in one clean sweep. Cool morning air hit her skin; she yelped and flailed.“Get ready. We’re not missing the opening of mating season because you decided to hibernate.”Before she could protest, I launched myself onto her bed. The mattress springs groaned under my weight, catapulting her sideways. She landed on the hardwood floor with a solid, satisfying thud.“Oh no… I’ve awakened the dragon,” I said in mock horror, peeking over the edge with one eye wide and the other squinted shut.“NALANI!” Her roar echoed off the walls as she scr







