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Finley "I accept," I state clearly, the words carrying across the chamber with absolute conviction. "If the council believes formal trials are necessary to confirm my fitness for leadership, I'll submit to whatever testing you consider appropriate."Ward's satisfaction at my acceptance is immediately tempered by surprise at how readily I agreed. Clearly, he expected more resistance, more evidence of instability that he could use to further undermine my position."The trials will be comprehensive," he warns, obviously trying to intimidate me into reconsidering. "Crisis management, tactical planning, pack authority, traditional leadership skills—all tested under conditions designed to assess genuine capability rather than circumstantial success.""I understand," I confirm calmly. "When do we begin?""Three days," He announces, clearly having coordinated this timeline in advance. "Time for proper preparation and neutral oversight. The trials will be observed by representatives from alli
FinleyThe council chamber feels smaller than usual as I enter, though that might be due to the tension radiating from every person present. Ward sits at the head of the curved table with the satisfaction of someone who's engineered exactly the confrontation he wanted, while his supporters arrange themselves strategically around the room. My allies—fewer in number but no less determined—occupy the remaining seats with expressions that range from concerned to openly defiant."Alpha Candidate Bennett," Ward greets me with false formality as I take my designated position. "Thank you for joining us on such short notice.""Councilman Ward," I reply with equal politeness that doesn't hide the steel in my voice. "I understand you've called an emergency session to discuss pack leadership matters.""Indeed," he confirms, rising to address the full assembly. "Recent events have raised serious concerns about the stability and effectiveness of our current leadership structure. The supernatural cr
Dane "What if they try to position you two as alternative candidates?" Finley asks, voicing the concern I've been anticipating. "What if the entire strategy is to offer the pack a choice between unstable female leadership and proven Alpha bloodlines?""Then we make it clear that's not a choice we're willing to support," I reply with absolute conviction. "I chose exile from Mountain Ridge rather than accept political maneuvering that didn't serve genuine pack interests. I'm certainly not going to participate in a coup against my own mate.""The same," Liam confirms immediately. "Glass Lake alliance, Alpha bloodline, Beta position—none of it matters compared to what we have together. If the pack can't accept you as Alpha, they don't deserve any of us as leaders."The fierce loyalty in his declaration makes something ease in Finley's expression, reminding her that she's not fighting this battle alone, that our commitment to her is stronger than pack politics or personal ambition."Okay,
DaneI wake to warmth that's been absent for over a week—Finley's body pressed against mine, her breathing deep and peaceful in a way I'd almost forgotten was possible. For the first time since our return from the between-space, she's not tense with guilt or rigid with self-imposed distance. She's simply here, finally allowing herself to accept comfort instead of pushing it away.The bond hums with contentment, her emotional state flowing through our connection with startling clarity. Not completely healed—I can still sense fragile places where grief and doubt linger—but stable in ways that make Summit rumble with satisfaction beneath my skin.On her other side, Liam shifts slightly, his movement careful not to disturb her rest. Through our connection, I feel his matching relief at having her between us again, his quiet amazement that she's finally letting herself accept what we've been trying to give her.But underneath the relief flows something more primal, more urgent—the mate bond
Liam"And how do I tell the difference?" I consider Finley’s question for a minute. "You don't," I say simply, the honesty of it making Storm whine with anxiety. "You can't know for certain that I won't hurt you again, just like I can't guarantee that loving me won't come with costs we haven't anticipated yet. Trust isn't about certainty—it's about choosing to believe despite uncertainty.""That's a lot to ask," she says quietly, though something in her tone suggests she's considering it rather than rejecting it outright."It is," I agree without deflection. "And I know I don't deserve it based on past behavior. But I'm asking anyway, because what we have now—what we've built together, what we discovered in that between-space, what we became through the consciousness merger—that's worth fighting for even when the odds seem impossible."Through our bond, I feel her emotional response to my words—hope warring with fear, love battling with self-protection, the desire to trust competing w
LiamThe sudden shift in our bond hits me like lightning—after days of feeling Finley's walls grow thicker and higher, the connection opens with startling clarity. Not just awareness of her presence, but actual communication, deliberate and warm and achingly familiar.I'm ready. I'm coming home. I'm sorry it took me so long to remember who I am.I'm off the couch and moving toward the door before the message fully registers, Storm surging forward with desperate hope that this isn't just another false alarm, another moment of connection before she disappears behind her barriers again."She's coming," I tell Dane, who's already rising from his position by the window where he's been maintaining his own vigil. "She reached out through the bond. Deliberately. For the first time since—""I felt it," he confirms, relief evident in both his voice and the emotions flowing through our connection. "She's... different. Still fragile, still processing, but different. Stronger somehow."Through the