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Dane Finley's door is unlocked when I arrive, as if she's been expecting me despite our lack of specific arrangements. I find her standing by the window, still fully dressed, staring out at the night sky where the stars are gradually shifting into the alignment that will reach completion tomorrow."You're supposed to be resting," I say softly, closing the door behind me."I tried," she replies, not turning from the window. "Too many thoughts."Through our connection, I can feel the tumult of emotions beneath her outwardly calm demeanor—worry about tomorrow's ritual, confusion about our complicated relationship, lingering doubts about her leadership abilities in the face of unprecedented threats."You should have asked me to stay," I observe, moving to stand beside her. The stars outside seem unusually bright, as if already responding to the approaching alignment."I wasn't sure if you'd want to," she admits quietly. "After everything at dinner. Ms. Valen's interruption. The conversat
DaneSecurity protocols have tripled since we returned to Forest Trails. Ms. Valen's unexpected appearance at what was supposed to be a secure location has everyone on edge, especially since her "companions" are still being contained somewhere on Forest Trails territory. I can practically feel the tension humming through the pack bonds as we move through the compound, warriors positioned at every junction with silver verification equipment at the ready."I want hourly reports on the Silver Creek delegation," Finley instructs the security team as we enter the main hall. "And I want Ms. Valen under constant surveillance. If she so much as twitches wrong, I want to know about it."The warriors nod, already moving to implement her orders. Even in crisis mode—or perhaps especially then—Finley's natural command presence is something to behold. Summit stirs appreciatively beneath my skin, pride flowing through our bond at her strength."I'll coordinate with the perimeter teams," I offer, aut
Liam"You seriously booked an entire restaurant?" Kaden asks, watching me fidget with my shirt collar for the fifth time."Not the entire restaurant," I correct, giving up on the collar and running a hand through my hair. "Just the private dining room in back. Which, by the way, isn't easy to arrange on six hours' notice during a supernatural crisis.""Impressive dedication to your... what are we calling this exactly? Double date? Triad negotiation? Pre-apocalypse last supper?"I flip him off, earning a rare chuckle from my usually serious brother. "You're enjoying this way too much.""Can you blame me?" He leans against my doorframe. "My perpetually bond-phobic little brother is suddenly arranging romantic dinners with not only your Goddess-given mate but your sworn rival for her affections the night before a potentially world-ending cataclysm."Despite his teasing, Kaden offers unexpected support. "Whatever happens with this triad thing, whatever you three figure out between you—I'm
Finley "Where exactly did you study blood oath magic, Ms. Valen?" Dane asks conversationally, though I can feel the agitation beneath his casual tone. "Such specialized knowledge is rare these days.""Ancient traditions preserved through dedicated lineages," she replies vaguely. "My credentials were thoroughly verified by Silver Creek leadership before this assignment.""Leadership currently showing signs of compromised decision-making," Dane counters smoothly. "According to Aria Blackwood's own assessment of her father's condition since returning from northeastern territories with certain... artifacts."Ms. Valen's composure cracks slightly at this reference—not much, barely noticeable without our enhanced perception, but through the triad connection, her reaction registers like an alarm bell. Knowledge she shouldn't have, concern about information being shared between packs that should be operating independently, calculation about how to proceed."I believe we've established enough
Finley"It's okay, Fin," Liam's voice reaches me through the connection, unexpectedly gentle. "We're all messed up here. None of us knows what we're doing. But hiding it just makes everything harder.""The triad requires authenticity," Dane adds, his presence in the circuit steady despite my hesitation. "Not perfection. Just truth, whatever form it takes."Their combined reassurance loosens something tight in my chest. Nova pushes forward, sensing the opportunity to finally express what I've been fighting so hard to contain.Fine, I think with resigned determination. They want the truth? Here it is.I lower my emotional barriers, allowing everything I feel to flow freely into the circuit between us. The lingering hurt from Liam's rejection two years ago and Dane's deception about Aria. The confusion of having two mate bonds and the attraction I feel for both of them. The growing hope that somehow, impossibly, there might be a path forward that doesn't require losing either of them.The
Finley "The final ritual will require perfect synchronization," Celina explains, arranging crystal markers in a triangular formation around the clearing. "Foundation, connection, catalyst—each bloodline fulfilling its specific function within the triad pattern."I nod like I totally understand what she's talking about, though the reality is that none of us has any idea what we're doing. We're basically cosmic toddlers trying to perform brain surgery based on vague ancestral memories and cryptic witch instructions."And this practice run will help us... how exactly?" I ask, watching Brynlee set up additional protective wards around the perimeter."Think of it as a dress rehearsal," Celina replies, placing the final crystal at the apex of the triangle. "Today we establish the harmonic resonance between your three bloodlines, create the energetic pathway the full ritual will follow tomorrow night.""Harmonic resonance," I repeat skeptically. "Is that something we'll actually feel, or ano
Liam "We've talked, Ryleigh," I reply, keeping my voice gentle but firm. "Several times. The answer hasn't changed. What we had is over.""Because of her," she states flatly. "Because of this mate bond you rejected years ago but suddenly can't live without.""Because it's the truth," I correct her. "I tried to make it work between us, tried to build something real despite the missing mate bond. But you deserve someone who's all in, who doesn't have half his heart tied to someone else no matter how hard he tries to deny it.""So noble," she says, her tone turning bitter. "Such a gentleman, setting me free for my own good rather than admitting you just want to fuck your Alpha candidate now that it's politically convenient."The crude accusation catches me off guard, so unlike Ryleigh's usual calculated approach that it momentarily leaves me speechless."That's not—""Save it," she interrupts. "I didn't come here to listen to more noble bullshit about how you're doing this for me. I came
Liam "Overwhelming responsibility is a Stone family tradition," Aunt Trista, Finley’s mom, says dryly. She and my mother have decided now is a good time to gang up on me. "Why do you think your brother takes everything so seriously?""I thought that was just Kaden being Kaden," I reply with a half-smile."Speaking of your brother," Mom interjects, "he requested you join him in the armory once your morning practice concluded. Something about specialized weapons for tomorrow night."The reminder of our impending deadline—less than thirty-six hours until the Night of Seven Stars—sends a fresh wave of anxiety through me that makes the candle flame surge alarmingly before I manage to steady my emotions."I should go find him," I say, carefully extinguishing the flame with a focused thought rather than blowing it out. Small victory, but I'll take it."One more thing," Mom says as I turn to leave. "About Finley..."I freeze, not sure I'm ready for whatever motherly wisdom (or warning) is com
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 on