LOGINDamon'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 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
Cora's POV I wake slowly. The forest is quiet, the kind of quiet that feels earned rather than empty. For a long moment, I stay still, afraid that if I move, everything will come crashing back at once. Pain is there—but muted. I sit up with a hiss, muscles trembling under the effort. My body f
Cora's POV: Morning comes quietly in the forest. No bells. No voices. No pack calling me home. I wake curled against the base of a massive oak, leaves pressed into my cheek, the earth cold beneath my spine. For one terrifying second, I forget where I am—then the ache in my chest reminds me. Th
Cain's POV The first report comes before sunrise. A patrol along the eastern border was attacked sometime during the night—not a full assault, but enough to leave blood on the ground and fear in the air. Rogues again. Always rogues. Like shadows that refuse to stay where they belong. “They di
Eric's POV Morning patrols are supposed to be routine. That’s what I tell myself as Anton and I move along the eastern border, the early sun filtering through the trees in pale gold streaks. But routine doesn’t mean safe—not anymore. Rogues have been getting bolder, pushing closer to pack land,







