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LiamThe medical staff finally clears me for full duty, though I can still feel the lingering effects of the Skinwalker's poison. My chest bears the silver-edged scars that won't fully fade, even with wolf healing. A permanent reminder of how close I came to dying.And of who saved me.I adjust the tactical vest, wincing slightly as it presses against the still-tender wounds. The command center bustles with activity as all three packs prepare for tomorrow's reconnaissance mission to the ritual site. Maps spread across tables, equipment being checked and distributed, warriors receiving assignments.Through it all, I find my attention repeatedly drawn to Finley.She stands with her father and Rhett, reviewing patrol patterns with the focused intensity that comes so naturally to her. Even exhausted, even under pressure, she radiates a quiet authority that makes Storm stir with approval. With something deeper than approval.And to think just two years ago, I dismissed as if she were nothin
Liam"There is no plan," I finally answer Ryleigh’s lingering question. "I'm just trying to be honest about where I stand.""Where you stand is with me," she insists, stepping closer until we're almost touching. Her familiar honeysuckle and rose scent envelops me, comforting in its familiarity. "Three years, Liam. Three years of memories, of building something together. Are you really willing to throw that away for someone who's already bound to another wolf?"Before I can respond, movement at the garden entrance catches my attention. Finley stands frozen in the archway, clearly having overheard at least part of our conversation. Her expression shutters instantly, but not before I glimpse the hurt beneath. Fuck!"Sorry to interrupt," she says, her voice professional despite the tension. "The strategy meeting is starting. Your presence is requested, Beta Stone."She doesn't wait for a response, turning on her heel and disappearing back toward the command center. The formal title—Beta St
LiamAs I approach the training grounds, I realize I'm not the only one seeking solitude. Finley stands in the center of the practice ring, moving through combat forms with fluid precision. Each strike, each turn flows into the next with a grace that belies the lethal potential behind the movements. She's not training, not really. She's meditating through motion, finding her center amid chaos.I should leave, give her the space she clearly sought. But I remain rooted, unable to tear my gaze from her. Storm whines softly, recognizing our mate even as human pride and guilt hold us back.She completes the sequence and goes still, not turning but speaking clearly into the twilight. "Are you going to stand there watching, or do you have something to say?"Of course she noticed my presence. Alpha senses, attuned to territory and potential threats, would register my scent immediately."I didn't mean to intrude," I say, remaining at the edge of the training area. "I was looking for somewhere q
FinleyDawn is still hours away, but sleep remains elusive. I stand at my cabin window, watching the compound's night patrol make their rounds while my mind refuses to quiet. Tomorrow's mission should be my only focus—the reconnaissance of the ritual site, the intelligence gathering, the safety of all involved warriors.Instead, my thoughts keep circling back to the two wolves who have complicated my life beyond recognition.Liam's words at the training ground replay in my mind: "I've regretted that night every day since." Two years of silence, two years of avoiding Glass Lake, of rebuilding my life around his absence—and now he claims regret? Now that Dane has made his choice public?And Dane—his declaration still echoes through Forest Trails, the gossip traveling faster than formal reports. His defiance of his Alpha, his rejection of the Silver Creek alliance, his public claim of me as his mate. Grand gestures that should mean something, that would mean something if he hadn't lied to
Finley"What I want is irrelevant," I answer Ryleigh truthfully, sidestepping her trap entirely. "What matters is the pack's safety, the mission's success, and maintaining professional working relationships despite personal complications.""Very diplomatic," she observes, her tone suggesting it's not a compliment. "But eventually you'll have to choose. You can't have them both."Before I can respond to this presumptuous statement, movement at the guest house entrance catches my attention. Liam emerges, taking in the scene with a quick glance that misses nothing. His expression tightens as he approaches, clearly unhappy with finding all three of us engaged in this late-night confrontation."What's going on?" he asks, his question directed at no one in particular."Just having a friendly chat," Ryleigh answers before anyone else can speak, her demeanor shifting subtly as she turns toward him. "Getting to know your Alpha candidate better."The transformation is remarkable—from confrontati
Dane The pre-dawn air carries a chill that has nothing to do with temperature. I finish my self-assigned perimeter check, noting with approval the disciplined positioning of the Forest Trails sentries. Alpha Bennett runs a tight operation—efficient without being rigid, secure without being oppressive. His leadership style has clearly influenced Finley's own approach, though she brings a natural adaptability that traditionalists like my father would consider weakness.They're wrong, of course. Her blend of strength and flexibility is exactly what modern pack leadership requires. Something my father, with his unyielding adherence to hierarchy and protocol, has never understood.My phone vibrates again—the seventh call from Mountain Ridge since midnight. Not my father this time, but Adam, his head enforcer and my former mentor. I consider ignoring it like the others, but Adam deserves better. He supported my training when others doubted, defended my appointment as enforcer when critics c
Dane The eastern equipment station is quiet when I arrive, the small group of Mountain Ridge warriors already assembled. Six in total, all experienced fighters who chose to remain at Forest Trails despite my father's initial recall order. Malia stands slightly apart, her position as second marking her as both part of the group and its designated leader in my absence."By now, Malia has informed you of Mountain Ridge's official communication," I begin without preamble, respecting them too much for diplomatic cushioning. "The situation is straightforward. Return within three days or face permanent exile from pack and territory."Jackson, our most experienced tracker, crosses his arms with characteristic bluntness. "Because we stayed to help fight literal monsters instead of rushing back for political posturing?""Because you defied Alpha authority," I correct, though I appreciate his perspective. "In pack hierarchy, that supersedes all other considerations.""Even pack safety?" asks Mir
FinleyThe eastern sky barely hints at dawn as I finish securing my tactical vest, double-checking each pocket for essential supplies. Communication devices, silver-edged blades, protective charms Celina prepared—all precisely where they need to be for quick access. The ritual of preparation steadies me, focusing my thoughts on the mission rather than the complicated tangle of emotions surrounding the men I'll be working with today."All teams report readiness," Dad says, approaching with the final mission coordinates displayed on his tablet. His expression is Alpha-neutral, but I catch the underlying concern he can't quite hide from me. "Perimeter defense is at maximum. Rhett will coordinate from the command center in your absence.""We've got this," I assure him, accepting the tablet and scanning the updated information. "Simple reconnaissance. We'll be back before nightfall.""Nothing about this situation is simple," he counters, lowering his voice. I suppress a sigh. The last thin
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