LOGINHannah'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
Eric'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
Cain’s POV Frostbite operated on watchfulness. I felt it from the moment I stepped into the main hall that morning. Conversations didn’t stop when I entered but they shifted. Shoulders tightened. Eyes tracked. Not hostility. Assessment. The Alpha King stood near the central table, having a d
Cora’s POV The next morning, I almost didn’t go. I woke before dawn, staring at the ceiling, replaying last night over and over again. The laughter. The softness. The way the Queen looked at me like I was something fragile and precious all at once. It was easier fighting rogues. Emo
Cora’s POV The dining hall had never felt so large. It was ridiculous, really. I had eaten here a hundred times before. Laughed here. Fought here. Thrown bread at Hannah here. Sat across from Eric while he pretended not to watch me like I was the only person in the room. But tonight it felt li
Cora’s POV I didn’t call them anything the next morning. Not Your Majesty. Not Alpha. Not anything that felt too heavy. And they didn’t push. That was the strangest part. I woke earlier than usual, restless energy crawling under my skin. The sky was still pale blue when I slipped out of my







