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Chapter Twenty-Six

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Lyra

The air crackled after the force of my throw, bark splintering from the tree the stranger’s body had crashed against. He slumped, groaning, but the growl still rumbling in his chest warned he wasn’t finished. Marcus staggered back to my side, clutching his thigh, blood soaking through his pants. His glare was venomous, though not at me—at the man who had attacked him.

I planted myself between them, my wolf pulsing beneath my skin, silver light threatening to break free. My voice cut sharp through the silence.

“I said stop.”

A stillness followed. The other warriors, who had been shadows on the edge of the clearing, stepped forward now, forming a loose circle around us. Eyes darted between me, Marcus, and the man I had just flung. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.

Then, before anyone could move, another presence entered. It was like a ripple in the ground itself, a pull that made every wolf there bow their heads instinctively. Even Marcus stiffened beside me, his
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    Echoes of a Broken BondThe camp stirred uneasily as the last echoes of the howl faded into the night. Wolves shifted nervously in the shadows, their hackles raised, instincts on edge. Lyra stood frozen by the fire, every muscle taut as her wolf clawed against her chest.That voice. She would have known it anywhere.Marcus was already issuing orders, sending scouts to the perimeter. His tone was sharp, but his eyes never left her. He didn’t need to ask—he’d seen the way she went pale, the way her hand trembled as though the sound itself had cut her open.“It’s him, isn’t it?” Marcus asked quietly once the others had scattered.Lyra swallowed hard, forcing her breath steady. “It doesn’t matter who it is. If he’s come here, he’ll find no welcome.”But even as the words left her lips, her chest tightened. She had spent moons building walls against the memory of Darius—walls of steel, of fire, of rage. And yet one howl, one raw cry in the night, had cracked them like glass.Moments later,

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    LyraThe Blackthorne stronghold rose before me like something out of legend–stone walls carved with ancient runes, towers piercing the sky, banners of deep obsidian fluttering against the wind. It was too polished, too perfect, and that alone set my instincts on edge. Packs like mine scraped survival from dirt and blood. Packs like Lucian’s lived as though the moon herself bent low to kiss their feet.“Impressive, isn’t it?” Lucian’s voice brushed against me, smooth and disarming. He stood just behind my shoulder, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him. “Our ancestors built this hall when Blood Moon was still a hunting pack. Every stone has been reforged by loyalty.”I didn’t answer immediately. I wasn’t here to be charmed by architecture or velvet words. But when I finally looked at him, I almost forgot to breathe.Lucian Blackthorne was not what I had expected. I’d imagined a brute, someone who ruled by fear. Instead, he looked carved from the same night sky. H

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