INICIAR SESIÓNCora's POV War had swallowed the city whole. And I stood in the center of it. My chest rose and fell slowly as I looked around the battlefield. Frostbite warriors pushed forward through the streets with relentless force. Rogues tried to resist, but their lines were breaking under the pressure. Vehicles burned where they had crashed into barricades. Concrete cracked under heavy impacts. Every direction carried the scent of blood and ash. Yet beneath all of it, something deeper pulsed through me. The power that had awakened earlier had not faded. It had grown. Each breath fed it. Each heartbeat strengthened it. The energy flowed through my veins like a current too powerful to ignore. A rogue charged toward me from across the street, teeth bared and claws extended. He was fast. Desperate. I didn’t move. The moment he entered striking distance, my hand lifted slightly. The air around us tightened. Metal groaned. The door of a wrecked truck behind him
Damon's POV War changed the sound of a city. Before the invasion, the rogue capital had carried its usual rhythm ......... engines moving through narrow streets, distant voices echoing between buildings, the quiet hum of survival that existed in places ruled by strength rather than law. Now that rhythm had shattered. Steel clashed against steel. Gunfire cracked through the air. Wolves roared as they collided with enemies in brutal waves. Smoke crawled across rooftops while fires devoured abandoned structures. From the balcony of the upper tower, I watched it unfold. Thousands had entered my territory. It wasn't a reckless raid. Nor a small retaliation. This was a full assault. The Frostbite forces had arrived with purpose. Vehicles lined the outer roads, forming barricades that prevented retreat. Warriors flooded through every entry point with disciplined coordination. Packs moved through the streets like controlled storms, cutting through rogue fighters with relentless de
Eric's POV Smoke crawled across the shattered streets like a living veil. Flames devoured abandoned vehicles while broken glass crunched beneath my boots. The rogue capital had become a battlefield stretching farther than the eye could see. Wolves clashed in every direction ........ snarls, gunfire, and the metallic scream of blades filled the air. But none of that mattered in the moment I saw her. Cora stood across the street, breathing hard, hair wild from the wind and smoke, eyes burning with fierce determination. For a heartbeat the entire world seemed to halt. Then instinct took over. I crossed the distance between us in seconds. Her voice had barely finished calling my name before my arms wrapped around her, pulling her against my chest. The warmth of her body, the steady rhythm of her breathing, the undeniable reality of her presence ........ it hit me all at once. She was here. My grip tightened without thinking. “You’re alive,” I said, the words leaving my mouth r
Cora's POV The rogue capital had become a war zone. Flames climbed the sides of several buildings while smoke poured into the sky. Vehicles from our convoy blocked the main road, their armored frames forming barricades as warriors poured through the streets. Rogues fought desperately against them. Claws flashed. Blades struck. Wolves in shifted form tore through opponents in violent collisions. The air smelled like burning fuel and blood. For a moment I simply stood there absorbing the scene. So many wolves. So much destruction. Yet beneath the chaos something else surged inside me. Power. Not the controlled strength I had practiced before. This was deeper. Older. It pulsed through my veins like living fire. My wolf pushed forward eagerly. Yes. It was time. I stepped away from the broken doorway and moved into the open courtyard. A rogue spotted me immediately. His eyes widened with recognition. “Wait -” He lunged. Instinct took over. My body shifted mid-moti
Eric's POV Smoke rolled through the streets like a living thing. It clung to buildings, curled around broken walls, and drifted low across the pavement where bodies already lay scattered. The rogue capital had become a furnace of chaos. Flames devoured vehicles, shattered glass glittered across the ground, and the constant roar of combat echoed from every direction. I barely noticed any of it. My focus had narrowed to one purpose. Find her. Every step forward carried that single command through my veins. My wolf surged beneath my skin, restless, savage, desperate. The scent of blood thickened the air, but underneath it I searched for something else. Cora. I crashed into the next rogue before he even finished lunging. My shoulder drove into his chest, slamming him into a crumbling stone wall. The impact knocked the air from his lungs. Before he could recover, my fist connected with his jaw. Bone cracked. He collapsed. I didn’t slow down. More enemies poured into the street
Hannah's POV The battlefield roared like a living storm. Smoke coiled above shattered buildings, drifting across the gray sky while flames licked broken structures. Engines growled somewhere beyond the walls, horns blared in short bursts, and the sharp clang of metal striking metal echoed through every street. War had swallowed the rogue capital. I stepped out from behind the armored truck where we had taken cover moments earlier, boots crunching over gravel and shattered glass. Warriors surged around me, some shifting mid-charge, others wielding blades or rifles as they forced their way deeper into the city. But I barely noticed them. Something else had seized my focus. A pull. Sharp. Violent. It struck deep inside my chest like a hook. My breath hitched. For a moment I thought it was another vision beginning ...... another echo of the strange dreams that had led us here. But this felt different. This wasn’t distant or symbolic. This was immediate. Ali
Cora's POV I try not to think about him. That’s the problem, I’m failing. It starts small. The way my chest tightens when I hear his voice before I see him. The way my attention drifts, uninvited, whenever he enters a room. I tell myself it’s gratitude. Respect. Safety. But gratitude doesn
Eric's POV Training her is a mistake. I know that the moment she squares her shoulders across from me, blue eyes steady, jaw set in quiet determination. The morning air is cool, dew still clinging to the grass beneath our boots, but she looks grounded, present in a way that tells me she’s alre
Eric's POV It becomes obvious, eventually, that Cora isn’t just improving. She’s thriving. I don’t realize how much space Cora has taken up in my life until I try to picture my days without her. The image doesn’t settle. She’s there every morning now, standing across from me in the train
Cain's POV I woke up that morning to sunlight in my face. Not with shouting or sharp commands, but with pale light spilling through the window and the low, steady rhythm of the Frostbite pack waking up. For a long moment, I stay still, listening—boots against stone, quiet voices, the distant so







