Se connecterEric'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 Noise shattered the silence. At first it came as a distant vibration, faint enough that I thought it was imagination. The rogue capital was never quiet—wolves moved constantly through the streets, metal doors slammed, patrols barked orders—but this sound was different. It carried rhythm. Impact. Movement. War. I lifted my head slowly. Cold iron cuffs bit into my wrists where chains held them against the wall. The stone chamber smelled of damp rock and old blood, lit only by a dim lamp hanging from a hook near the door. For days—weeks?—time had lost meaning in this place. But my instincts hadn’t. And right now, every nerve in my body was awake. A second tremor rolled through the floor beneath my bare feet. Then shouting erupted somewhere above. Not the usual rough rogue voices barking commands. These were panicked. My heart slammed against my ribs. Something was happening. I closed my eyes and focused. Footsteps pounded through distant corridors. Metal cla
Eric's POV The morning light crept across the jagged ridges of the mountains, pale and unforgiving. Frost coated every surface, glinting in the weak sun like shards of glass. The convoy stretched ahead, a living line of SUVs, trucks, and armored vehicles, packed with warriors, weapons, and supplies. Engines hummed in rhythm, creating a low, persistent vibration that shook the ground beneath my boots. I gripped the steering wheel, knuckles tight, sensing every tremor, every movement in the vehicle, feeling the pulse of the entire force around me. Hannah sat beside me, still as stone, eyes scanning the horizon, fingers brushing over the dash as though tracing invisible lines in the wind. Her presence dominated the front of the convoy; she didn’t give orders aloud often, but every turn, every maneuver, every slight adjustment the drivers made followed the rhythm she set. Anton sat behind her in the passenger seat, silent, but his eyes were sharp, noting every potential obstacle
Cora's POV The quiet after battle was never peaceful. It was watchful. Like the world was holding its breath, waiting to see who would move first. Frostbite was still standing, but the pack wore the marks of it....bandaged arms, slower steps, eyes that tracked every shadow a second too long.
Cora's POV The Frostbite Pack grounds were alive with movement, but my attention was elsewhere. Warriors moved silently, eyes alert, repairing broken fences and checking supplies. Even with the ongoing chaos of war, the pack tried to maintain a sense of normalcy. I should have been focused on tr
Cora's POV The house felt too quiet. Too normal. Too safe. And after the past week, after all the chaos and attacks, that quiet made my skin crawl. My wolf was restless, pacing beneath my ribs, sensing something off, and I knew something wasn’t right. Eric was acting differently. I had noticed it
Eric's POV Being Alpha meant learning when to speak and when to stay silent. That night, silence felt like punishment. I stood at the window of my house long after Cora had left, my fists clenched at my sides, my wolf pacing furiously beneath my skin. I could still hear her voice.....sharp, wou







