INICIAR SESIÓNEric's POV The war room smelled of ink, leather, and tension. Maps covered the long oak table in the center of the chamber, their edges weighed down by daggers and carved stones marking troop movements. Lights were on along the walls, casting restless shadows across the faces of the wolves gathered inside. No one spoke. We were waiting. My gaze rested on the largest map spread before me, tracing the jagged lines of mountain ranges that divided the northern territories. Scout reports had been pouring in for days now, each one confirming the same truth. The rogue army was growing. Faster than anyone had predicted. Damon Shades had done something no rogue leader had ever managed before. He had unified them. Thousands of wolves who once lived as scattered predators now moved like a single force. Organized. Disciplined. Deadly. My fingers tightened slightly against the edge of the table. Somewhere inside those mountains… Cora was waiting. Alive. I could feel it. Not thro
Hannah's POV The dream felt real. At first there was nothing but darkness, thick and endless, stretching in every direction. I stood alone inside it, unable to see the ground beneath my feet or the sky above my head. Then the wind came. Cold. Sharp. It carried the scent of steel and snow. The darkness slowly peeled away, revealing towering mountains rising around me like jagged teeth. Their peaks sliced into a pale gray sky, clouds swirling heavily above them. The air was thin and biting, making every breath feel sharp in my lungs. I turned slowly, my heart pounding harder with every second. I had never seen this place before. Yet somehow… It felt familiar. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, uneasy but alert. The wind shifted again, carrying another scent. Smoke. Fire. Wolves. My gaze lifted toward the mountain ahead of me. At first I thought it was just another cliff face carved by centuries of wind and ice. But as I stared harder, shapes began to e
Author’s Note: This chapter includes a difficult situation involving attempted assault. Please take care while reading and feel free to skip if this chapter is uncomfortable💜.Cora's POV Morning light filtered through the tall window, stretching across the floor in pale lines that reached the table where my breakfast tray sat. The bread had already gone stale, the fruit untouched. My wrists ached. The silver cuffs dug into my skin, the short chain between them limiting every movement. Damon’s idea of precaution. Apparently even a prisoner needed to be reminded constantly that she had no control over her own body. My wolf hated them. She paced beneath my skin, restless and irritated, her presence a constant pulse in my chest. I shifted on the edge of the bed and glanced toward the tray again. Bread. Fruit. A fork. I reached forward slowly, dragging the tray closer with awkward movements. The chain rattled softly as I lifted the fork. Cold metal pressed against my
Hannah's POV Sleep came late. The night had stretched long and uneasy, the darkness outside my window thick with silence. I had spent hours turning beneath the blankets, unable to settle, my thoughts drifting without direction. Every time I closed my eyes, a strange restlessness stirred in my chest ....... an unsettled pull that refused to let me rest. Eventually exhaustion won. But the moment sleep claimed me, the world changed. I was no longer in my room. Cold air brushed my face, sharp and clean, carrying the faint scent of stone and rusting steel. The sky above stretched wide and endless, streaked with pale clouds drifting across a fading sunset. Mountains surrounded me. They rose in enormous ridges, jagged peaks cutting into the sky like ancient teeth. Snow clung to the highest slopes, glowing faintly beneath the dying light. I stood on a narrow ridge overlooking a vast valley. Wind tugged at my hair, lifting the ends and whipping them across my face. The air was thinne
Cora's POV The tray sat untouched in front of me. Steam curled faintly from the bowl of oatmeal, already cooling in the quiet room. A slice of toast leaned against the side of the plate, and a glass of water reflected the pale morning light spilling through the tall window. I stared at the food like it had personally offended me. My hands were still bound. Silver cuffs wrapped around my wrists, chained just short enough that I could move them in front of me, but not far enough to be comfortable. Every small motion scraped the metal against my skin. Damon had insisted on keeping them on. For safety. The thought made my jaw tighten. Eating with bound hands was a miserable process. The spoon slipped between my fingers twice already, clattering against the tray with a dull sound that echoed far too loudly in the quiet room. My wolf stirred inside me, irritated. Not just by the restraints. By everything. This room. This city. The constant feeling of being watched. I forced
Eric's POV Morning arrived long before sunlight touched the Frostbite mountains. Cold air filled the training grounds, sharp enough to bite the lungs with every breath. Frost clung to the edges of the earth, crunching beneath boots and paws as warriors gathered across the field. I welcomed the cold. Pain kept my mind clear. Across the yard, dozens of wolves shifted between human and wolf form, practicing combat drills in rotating formations. Claws struck padded targets. Bodies slammed against reinforced posts. Commands echoed across the valley as instructors pushed every fighter harder. Preparation never stopped now. Not after Cora was taken. I moved through the drills without pause. Strike. Block. Turn. Again. Every motion carried intention. Muscle memory sharpened with repetition. The body learned what the mind demanded: faster reactions, stronger counters, relentless endurance. A heavy blow struck my shoulder from the side. I pivoted instantly, catching the attacking
Eric's POV There were moments after a battle when the silence felt heavier than the fighting. This was one of them. Frostbite was awake but subdued, like a wolf that had just survived an ambush and hadn’t yet decided whether to rest or bare its teeth again. Warriors moved quietly across the gro
Eric's POV I woke up that morning feeling uneasy. I felt it before I saw it, the way the air seemed tighter, heavier, as if the forest itself was aware that something ancient had crossed into its borders. Patrols moved with sharper focus, warriors speaking in low tones as they took their posts.
Cora's POV The sunlight barely pierced the horizon when I woke, my chest tight, pulse racing. My heart thudded erratically, as though it had been running for hours. Sweat clung to my hair, and I couldn’t shake the vivid fragments of the dream. I was small, barely more than a child, running thro
Eric's POV As Alpha, I’d learned to recognize the signs before a storm hit. The subtle stillness. The way warriors moved with sharper awareness. Frostbite wasn’t calm......it was bracing for impact. I stood at the edge of the council room, arms crossed, watching the Alpha King and Queen seated a







