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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"Teams to position," I say, deliberately stepping back from Dane and Liam, raising my voice to address all gathered warriors. "Communication check at arrival points. Movement protocols in effect from the clearing boundary."The professional reminder works, everyone shifting into mission mindset with palpable focus. Within minutes, the clearing empties as teams depart in their designated order—my central team first, followed by Dane's eastern approach, with Liam's western team completing the deployment.The forest embraces us as we move deeper into territory, morning sunlight filtering through branches in dappled patterns. I take point position, senses extended, Nova contributing her superior hearing and scent detection without pushing for control. The communication device in my ear activates with a soft chime. "Eastern team in transit," Dane's voice reports, professionally concise. "No anomalies detected.""Western approach proceeding on schedule," Liam adds moments later. "Sta
Liam "Focus," Mom says for what feels like the hundredth time. "Intent without emotion. Direction without reaction."Easy for her to say. She's not the one trying to light a candle with her mind while simultaneously not burning down the entire training room."I am focusing," I mutter, staring at the unlit candle with enough intensity to melt it if the heat in my gaze was actually physical."No, you're glaring at it like it personally offended you," she corrects with that infuriating motherly patience. "Fire responds to emotion, Liam. Right now, you're feeding it frustration, which creates erratic, unpredictable responses."I take a deep breath, trying again to find that elusive balance she keeps talking about. Twelve hours of practice since my gift first manifested against the Skinwalkers, and I've managed to melt more ice sculptures, warm the room to uncomfortable levels, and accidentally set a practice dummy's hair on fire. What I haven't done is produce a single controlled flame o
Dane "Exile declaration stands," my father says, turning back to me with formal authority. "But Mountain Ridge acknowledges a potential external threat requiring our temporary cooperation."Translation: I'm still exiled, but he's not leaving me completely vulnerable while investigating the larger threat to allied packs. Political face-saving wrapped in tactical necessity—classic Alpha Parker strategy."Forest Trails appreciates Mountain Ridge's cooperation in addressing concerns that affect all territories," Alpha Bennett responds diplomatically. "Joint investigation of this specialist and his connection to recent supernatural events serves everyone's interests."As the leaders begin establishing parameters for this unexpected alliance, Aria approaches me, her expression a complex mixture of emotions."That couldn't have been easy," I say quietly, genuinely appreciative of her intervention despite our complicated history. "Going against your father's representative, potentially compr
Dane "What do you know of triads?" My father demands, momentarily dropping the formal script he clearly came prepared to deliver."Enough to recognize when someone is trying to deliberately disrupt one," I reply, watching the Silver Creek representative's reaction carefully. The flash of calculation in his eyes confirms my suspicions—this is no coincidence, no standard honor reparation.My father studies me with new assessment, as if seeing something unexpected in his disappointment of a son. "You believe Silver Creek's challenge is connected to supernatural matters beyond pack politics," he says, not quite a question."I know it is," I state with absolute certainty. "Just as I know their Alpha has been influenced by external forces since returning from the northeastern territories with certain... artifacts."The Silver Creek representative's composure cracks visibly at this, confirming Aria's information was accurate. My father catches the reaction, his tactical awareness never dull
DaneTwenty minutes until my exile becomes official.The countdown that's been ticking in my head all day is nearly at zero, and I still don't have a clear answer. Stay at Forest Trails, officially cutting ties with Mountain Ridge forever? Or accept Silver Creek's suspicious blood oath proposal and potentially compromise the triad right before the Night of Seven Stars?Talk about your lose-lose situations.I pace the length of my quarters, Summit restless beneath my skin. He doesn't understand the human complications, the pack politics. To him, the solution is simple: stay near our mate, protect the triad, to hell with everything else.If only it were that easy.A knock at my door interrupts my thoughts. I open it to find Malia, her expression more serious than usual."Your father is here," she says without preamble. "Just arrived with an official Mountain Ridge delegation. Alpha Bennett is meeting them now in the reception hall."My father. Here? Honestly, I thought, or maybe hoped,
Finley"I don't know," I admit, finally answering Liam’s lingering question. "I haven't thought that far ahead.""I have," he says quietly. "I've thought about nothing else since realizing what a colossal mistake I made two years ago."This is dangerous territory, emotional landmines I'm not sure I'm ready to navigate. "Liam—""Just hear me out," he interrupts, taking another step closer. "I know I screwed up. I know I hurt you in the worst possible way. I know trust doesn't magically reappear just because I finally realized what an idiot I was.""But?" I prompt, hearing the unspoken continuation in his tone."But I'm not giving up without a fight," he says with sudden intensity. "Not this time. Not again. I was a coward before, choosing the safe option instead of what my heart and my wolf knew was right. I won't make that mistake twice."The declaration hangs between us, genuine and raw in a way that catches me off guard. Nova responds instantly, pushing forward with hopeful recogni
FinleyI find Aunt Kat in the western training grounds instead of Dane, watching Liam attempt to channel his newly emerging gift in a controlled environment. The enclosed space has been cleared of flammable materials, protective wards established around the perimeter, and water stations positioned strategically for worst-case scenarios.Liam stands in the center, eyes closed in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool evening air. His mother circles him slowly, her voice calm and measured as she guides him through what appears to be a basic focusing exercise."Feel the heat within you," she instructs. "Not as something separate, not as something to fight against, but as an extension of your own nature. Your birthright finally awakening."I hang back, not wanting to disrupt what looks like delicate training. There's something mesmerizing about watching Liam like this—his usual cocky confidence replaced by intense concentration, vulnerability in his effort to contro
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