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FinleyConsciousness returns slowly, my body aching in ways both pleasant and unfamiliar. The cabin is quiet, sunlight filtering through the curtains to indicate late morning or early afternoon. I stretch carefully, taking inventory of new sensations—muscles used in ways they never have been, skin sensitive from days of constant contact, and a bone-deep satisfaction that Nova practically purrs about.The heat has finally broken.Beside me, Dane sleeps deeply, his features softened in repose. Days of helping me through the heat have taken their toll on him too, though he never once complained, never faltered in his attentiveness. My cheeks warm at the memories that surface—his hands, his mouth, his voice guiding me through the most intense experience of my life.But beneath the satisfaction, beneath Nova's contentment, something nags at me. The memory of his reaction when I tried to mark him surfaces like a splinter working its way to the skin. The way he flinched away, the flash of pan
FinleyDone with my well-deserved self-chastisement, I relax into Dane’s embrace, letting Nova's satisfaction at our mate's nearness override the lingering uncertainty. I'm through being paranoid, letting old wounds color new experiences."I need to head back to Mountain Ridge today," he says against my hair, tension evident in the way he holds himself. "Just for a few days, to handle some pack business and gather my things.""Your things?" I pull back to look at him."I thought... if you wanted... I could stay here. At Forest Trails." There's a vulnerability in his eyes I haven't seen before. "Not in your cabin necessarily, if that's too soon. But nearby. So we can build on what we've started."The offer takes me by surprise, warming something deep inside. "You'd leave Mountain Ridge? For me?""For us," he corrects, brushing his thumb across my cheek. "I told you, I've made my choice. My place is with you now."It's everything I should want to hear. Everything Nova does want to hear.
Finley"This is a terrible idea," Tara whispers as we crouch in the underbrush at the northern edge of Mountain Ridge territory. "If we're caught, it's an act of aggression. Territory violation.""We won't be caught," I mutter, though my pounding heart betrays my own anxiety. "Your cousin's mate said this section is barely patrolled.""Barely isn't never."She's right, of course. What we're doing is reckless, potentially damaging not just to me but to Forest Trails as a whole. If I were thinking clearly, thinking like a future Alpha, I'd turn around now.But I can't. I need to know the truth.After Dane left, promising to return within days with his belongings, the doubts I'd tried to silence came roaring back. His explanation about the marking made sense logically, but instinctively, something felt wrong. Add Tara's information about Aria's claims, and I couldn't just sit at home wondering.So here we are, trespassing on another pack's territory in the dead of night because I can't be
Finley"I'm so sorry, Fin," Tara says, reaching for me.I step back, not ready for comfort, not ready for anything but the rage and humiliation burning through me. "He lied. About everything. The entire time.""Men are trash," she offers weakly. "Especially Alpha sons with too much power and too little conscience."I laugh, but it comes out more like a sob. "I'm such an idiot. Twice. Twice I've fallen for this. Twice I've believed men who said they’d never hurt me only to have them let me down when it counts.""This isn't on you," Tara says fiercely. "This is on him. On both of them. They're the liars, not you."But it doesn't matter who's to blame. The result is the same—another rejection, another humiliation, another mate bond that will need to be severed.We walk in silence toward the Forest Trails compound, each step feeling heavier than the last. How am I going to face the pack knowing I've been made a fool of again? How will the council view this when they're already questioning
FinleyThe council meeting room feels suffocating tonight, the air thick with tension and the lingering scent of fear. Eight council members sit around the ancient oak table, their expressions grave as they absorb the news of the attack. My father stands at the head, his Alpha authority radiating outward in waves that would normally calm the pack. Tonight, it barely makes a dent in the collective anxiety.I take my place to his right, the seat traditionally reserved for the heir. To his left sits Bradley, who technically has no right to be at the main table but somehow has positioned himself there anyway. No one questions it. Not tonight, when he was apparently the one keeping things under control while I was... elsewhere."The evidence is unmistakable," Elder Morris says, inspecting the twisted metal symbol through his wire-rimmed glasses. "Witchcraft. Dark magic of the oldest kind.""But why?" asks Adrienne, one of our youngest council members. "The truce has held for decades. Forest
FinleyWhen the council finally adjourns near dawn, I'm exhausted in a way that goes beyond physical fatigue. My father catches my arm as I rise to leave."My office," he says quietly. "Now."The walk to his private office feels like a march to execution. He closes the door behind us, studying me with eyes that see far too much."Where were you tonight?" he asks without preamble. "And don't tell me you were running with Tara. I want the truth."For a moment, I consider maintaining the lie. But what's the point? The truth will emerge eventually, especially now that Dane knows I overheard him with Aria."Mountain Ridge," I admit, the words bitter on my tongue. "I went to see if Dane had actually ended things with Aria like he claimed. He hadn't."My father's expression doesn't change, though a muscle ticks in his jaw. "You trespassed on another pack's territory. During a time of potential crisis. Without authorization.""Yes.""Do you have any idea how serious this is? Not just the terri
FinleyI stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. Dark circles shadow my eyes, evidence of the sleepless night and emotional upheaval. In a few hours, representatives from the neighboring packs will arrive to discuss the attack. Including Mountain Ridge. Including Dane.And Glass Lake. Including Liam.The thought sends a fresh wave of anxiety through me. How am I supposed to face both of them at once? Both mates who rejected me, though in very different ways."You look like hell," Tara says bluntly, leaning against the doorframe of my bathroom."Thanks. That's exactly what I needed to hear."She shrugs, unapologetic. "Just saying what your council won't. You need sleep, Fin.""What I need is to get through this meeting without falling apart." I splash cold water on my face, hoping it will erase some of the exhaustion. It doesn't. "Any update on the messengers?""Glass Lake's delegation left at dawn. They should be here within the h
FinleyI feel Liam's presence like a physical thing, his scent, his energy impossible to ignore even as I lead them toward the conference room. Nova stirs restlessly, confused by the dual pull of two mates in such close proximity. Especially after Dane's betrayal, which has left the bond raw and aching."We've set up in the main conference room," I explain, keeping my voice professionally neutral. "The artifacts from the attack site are there for examination, along with the witness statements we've been able to gather.""Witness statements?" Kaden asks. "I thought there was only one survivor conscious?""Sierra woke briefly this morning," I explain. "She didn't see much, but what she did see aligns with Michael's account. Something about shapes that weren't right. Eyes where they shouldn't be.""Sounds like delirium from trauma," Dane suggests, falling into step beside me as if he has every right to be there. As if he hadn't been caught in a lie just hours ago.I maintain a careful dis
Finley"So your proposal is a blood oath instead of traditional combat?" I clarify, keeping my expression neutral despite the alarms blaring in my head. "That's... unusual."Alpha Blackwood smiles with practiced diplomacy, though something about it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "These are unusual times, Alpha Candidate Bennett. The traditional approach seems unnecessarily limiting given the current circumstances."We're back in the reception hall after the Skinwalker attack, the Silver Creek delegation having been kept in secure containment during the entire incident. Dad sits beside me, his presence both reassuring and tactically necessary—as acting Alpha, his authority supersedes mine in formal negotiations."And what specific terms would this oath entail?" Dad asks, his tone giving nothing away."Still to be determined through appropriate negotiation," Alpha Blackwood replies smoothly. "But focused on proper acknowledgment of the dishonor Dane caused my daughter, suitable reparatio
Liam "So much for maintaining human pretense. They no longer need it," Dane observes. "Which means they're done gathering intelligence and ready for direct engagement.""Engaging now," Finley confirms, and without further hesitation we move into a coordinated attack.I've been in plenty of fights before, but nothing like this. We move together like we've been training for years—Finley setting the foundation with direct central engagement, me somehow knowing exactly how to connect our movements, and Dane completing whatever strategy forms between us.The Skinwalkers are freaky-strong, bending in ways nothing should be able to bend, coordinating their attacks like they share a hive mind. But despite this, we're holding our own, maybe even winning.Then I notice their pattern—two targeting Finley at the front of our triangle, two focusing on Dane, and one specifically coming after me. They're trying to break our formation, targeting each position in the triad separately.They know what
Liam"Keep those positions tight," I call to the warriors lining the corridor outside the archives. "Silver verification at five-minute intervals. These things can look like anyone."The warriors nod, adjusting their formation with practiced efficiency. I've always been good at this part—the tactical coordination, the battlefield management—ever since Kaden made me his Beta. It's the personal stuff I keep screwing up.The alarm continues blaring, but there's something different about this attack. The Skinwalkers' movements are more coordinated, more deliberate than previous encounters. Less random aggression and more... purpose.I press the comm link. "Western defense, status report.""Multiple entities confirmed," Jackson reports, his voice tight with tension. "Seven, possibly more, approaching in formation from the northwestern perimeter. Using mimicry forms—three wearing Forest Trails colors.""Maintain distance," I instruct. "Silver verification protocols for anyone approaching th
Dane "It wasn't what it looked like," I say, knowing how weak the explanation sounds."Really?" Her eyebrow arches with perfect skepticism. "Because it looked like a private meeting with the woman you were engaged to until very recently. The woman whose 'history' with you apparently involved more than a platonic arrangement.""I was gathering intelligence about potential Skinwalker influence on Alpha Blackwood," I explain, keeping my voice calm despite Summit's growing agitation at Finley's obvious distress. "Aria approached me with concerns about her father's behavior.""And reminiscing about your intimate past? Was that intelligence gathering too?"The direct confrontation catches me off guard. Finley doesn't usually engage this directly with personal matters, typically maintaining a careful distancedefelcting with sarcasm."I was simply acknowledging our complicated history," I reply honestly. "Context for our current situation.""Context," she repeats, the word dripping with disb
DaneSix hours until my exile becomes official.The thought circles my mind as I review security arrangements for the pack’s perimeter. Six hours until I'm either back at Mountain Ridge facing Silver Creek's blood challenge or permanently cut off from my pack, my territory, my inheritance."Your wolves are looking tired," I tell Malia as we complete our inspection of the eastern guard post. "Make sure they get adequate rest before tonight's patrol rotation.""They're fine," she replies with the blunt honesty I've always appreciated from her. "It's you who looks like shit."My phone vibrates with an incoming message. Alpha Bennett, summoning me to the main entrance immediately. No explanation, just a terse instruction to come.When I reach the main entrance, I understand why.Three black SUVs with Silver Creek insignia sit in the arrival plaza, surrounded by Forest Trails security in careful formation. Alpha Bennett stands conversing with a tall, silver-haired man I recognize immediate
Finley “Liam Ryan Stone! How dare you growl at me!” Aunty Kat snaps back. “You’re an adult, capable of making your own choices. If mistakes were made. They’re yours alone! “Besides, you never asked for my advice. Maybe if you ever spent time with your parents, shared what’s going on in your life . . . but you didn’t. Besides, no mate deserves to be chosen out of a sense of duty, when your heart is elsewhere. I shiver involuntarily at the reference to Liam’s rejection. For his part, he hangs his head, looking duly chastised. “I know. You’re right.” He admits. “But I still don’t understand why you never mentioned the triad.”"Because knowledge shapes destiny," she replies, not defensive but matter-of-fact. "If you'd known about the triad possibility from childhood, how might it have influenced your choices? Your relationships? Your development?"The question hangs in the air, impossible to answer but equally impossible to dismiss. Would Liam have rejected me two years ago if he'd kn
Finley"That's enough for today," Celina decides, standing to break the ritual circle. "Too much too soon could strain connections that are just beginning to form.""But we're making progress, right?" Liam asks, the hope in his voice impossible to miss."Significant progress," she confirms. "The triad functions better than I expected at this stage. With continued practice over the next two days, you should be able to access the necessary connection when the Night of Seven Stars arrives."The relief in the clearing is palpable. For the first time since learning about our supposed "triad" status, we have tangible proof that we can make this work despite everything standing between us.As we help clean up the ritual space, I catch myself watching both of them when they aren't looking. Liam moves with the easy grace he's always had, a familiar sight that still makes my heart do uncomfortable flips despite my best efforts to remain detached. Dane has a different kind of movement—more delib
Finley"Focus on the connection, not the complications," Celina instructs as she arranges crystals around us in the clearing.Easy for her to say. She's not sitting cross-legged between two ridiculously hot guys while trying to form some mystical blood magic connection that might save the world.Just another Tuesday in the life of Finley Bennett.We're arranged in the same triangular formation as last night's ritual, but this time without the dramatic blood offering or full ancestral memory dive. According to Celina, this is like training wheels—simple energy exercises to get us used to connecting without fighting it. Baby steps toward the harmony we'll need in two days when the Night of Seven Stars arrives."Take a deep breath," Brynlee coaches from outside our triangle. "Acknowledge the mate bonds without actively engaging them. Just... let them be present without fighting against them."I close my eyes, trying to follow her instructions. Nova shifts restlessly beneath my skin, exci
Liam "I appreciate Forest Trails' offered protection," Parker says carefully. "But my focus remains on the immediate crisis. Personal consequences can wait until after the Night of Seven Stars.""Agreed," I say, surprised to find myself supporting his position. "Triad function first, everything else later."Finley studies us both, clearly skeptical of our sudden alignment. "Alright then. One crisis at a time."We spend the next hour reviewing Celina's suggested exercises, planning the progression of ritual practice over the coming days. The conversation stays professional, focused on practical preparation rather than the emotional landmines surrounding us. It's easier that way, safer for all of us.As we're wrapping up, my phone buzzes with a message from Kaden: Call with Mom arranged. 1PM your quarters."I need to step out for a bit," I tell them, suddenly anxious to speak with my mother. "Family call at one.""Everything okay?" Finley asks, genuine concern breaking through her prof