เข้าสู่ระบบA thick freezing fog rolled off the Razor Peaks by nightfall, covering the stone towers of the Black Citadel in a ghostly white frost.High on the fourth floor of the fortress, in the private family wing, a massive stone fire place crackled with dry cedar logs, casting long amber shadows across heavy wool rugs, dark wooden bookshelves, and soft velvet chairs. The room was warm, filled with the faint scent of crushed pine leaves and spiced apple tea.Leo and Jacob sat side by side on a thick sheep skin rug near the fire place.Leo was wearing dark blue soft pajamas, neatly arranging a line of carved wooden knights into a defense shape. Beside him, Jacob sat quietly in grey cotton pajamas, holding his sketch pad against his knees, carefully filling in the hair of a drawn black horse with a dark crayon.Alpha Dennis Blackwood sat in a deep leather chair nearby, wearing a heavy navy velvet tunic. His snowy white hair reflected the amber fire light, and his pale blue eyes held a gentle gra
The old Blackwood Iron Works rose out of the mountain fog like the rusted ribs of a dead giant.Thick wild vine covered the tall smoke pipes, and the cold midnight air smelled of damp stone, wet iron, and old machine oil. Many years of heavy mountain rain had rusted the steel roofs, leaving dark big gaps that made eerie hollow tunes when the wind blew through the valley.Sarah crouched in the damp pine leaves on top of a ridge three hundred yards from the work fence.Her strong bow was held loosely in her gloved hand, her dark battle suit blending well into the shadows. Beside her, Damian rested on one knee, his broad sword strapped to his back, his glowing gold eyes scanning the pitch black compound with deadly hunter focus.Behind them, Captain Logan and Beta Marcus held position with their quiet guns, their night vision masks painting the dark land in sharp shades of green."Sensors pick up zero heat from the main melting floor, Alpha," Logan whispered into his coded throat mic, hi
The heavy wooden doors of the central medical wing stood half open, letting the quiet rustle of autumn leaves and the scent of crushed moon flower drift into the silent corridor.Inside the private rest room, the harsh morning light was softened by drawn cloth curtains. Captain Logan lay propped up against a stack of white pillows. His upper chest was bare, wrapped tightly in white cloth bandages that covered his left shoulder where the pack doctors had removed the silver bits hours earlier. His scarred stern face was pale, his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling as his strong wolf blood worked slowly to flush out the remaining poison.Sitting on a low stool by his bed was Chloe.She had refused to leave his side all night, her honey brown hair was pulled back into a loose messy clip, her red jacket draped over the back of a chair. Her glasses rested on her nose as she carefully put a fresh coat of cooling aloe cream to the edges of his bandage with gentle slow strokes."You are pressing t
High above the busy city streets, the offices of Williams Holdings were quiet. The power cut had been fixed, and the money market had become calm again after the news that Sarah was now the CEO.Inside the office on the thirty eighth floor, Chloe stood near a long row of glass windows, holding a leather folder full of new trade papers. She wore a fitted red jacket over a black top, her honey brown hair styled neatly, her reading glasses resting on her nose.Beside her, Captain Logan stood in his dark neat suit, his broad body relaxed but alert. His scarred stern face was calm, his dark eyes watching the street traffic forty floors below through the high glass."Director Victor human accounts were completely closed by the city judges an hour ago, Logan," Chloe said, sliding a tablet toward him with a bright happy smile. "Without his voting power, Ethan old group has zero power over the board."Logan took a slow sip of black coffee from his cup, his dark eyes softening as he looked down
The white lights of the Williams Holdings central office flickered hard as the main power grid fell into dark amber emergency mode.Beep. Beep. Beep."The second trading server in the central human district just went flat," Chloe shouted over the alarms, her hands flying across her laptop as three red warning windows flashed across her screens. "It is not an outside cyber attack, Sarah. Someone used an inside Alpha override code from inside the building."Sarah stood at the head of the marble meeting table, her charcoal blazer neat, her silver blonde hair braided into a tight royal crown. Her dark brown eyes, sharp, careful, and free of fear, scanned the falling stock numbers on the main wall screen.Within ninety seconds of the power failure, Williams Holdings stock had fallen seven percent on the human market as news leaked to the press of a sudden unannounced hostile takeover plan filed by an unknown offshore trust."Which override code was used?" Sarah demanded, her clear voice ri
Damian stood outside the broken guard house door, his broad shoulders squared against the storm. His boots rested inches away from the four frost covered footprints stamped into the mud. He reached down, his gloved fingers brushing the edge of one print. The ice did not melt under his touch, it gave off a pure freezing energy that made his golden Alpha power flare up at once.Sarah stepped up beside him, pulling her velvet coat tighter around her neck. Her dark brown eyes were fixed on the deep forest line where the guard had vanished."The heat pattern has not faded," Sarah said softly, her voice tight with a mix of awe and deep thought. She reached under her collar, her fingers resting flat over her chest where her own silver mark hummed in quiet harmony. "It is the exact same heat pattern from that night ""It is Christopher," Damian said quietly,he survived as a wandering spirit Sarah his body is actively guarding our northern border. He stopped these fighters because he knew what







