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ROMAN. Octavia insisted on accompanying June to the hospital. Honestly, I hadn't even considered arguing. The decision had already been made the moment that June’s small voice asked if she’d stay with her.The poor girl had been through hell. She needed comfort and safety. She needed her Luna.I watched from a few feet away as Octavia wrapped a blanket more securely around her before she was loaded onto a stretcher. Even running almost entirely on adrenaline, my mate somehow still managed to project warmth, a steadiness that could make anyone feel at peace.June clung to her hand the entire time as if she needed Octavia to feel safe. The sight simultaneously eased and shattered something inside me because June never should’ve felt unsafe in the first place.Octavia looked back at me before they walked through the portal that would take them directly to the pack hospital. For a moment, everything else faded away, leaving only her.Storm was still close to the surface. I could see it in
OCTAVIA.The moment I saw June chained to that chair, something inside me broke.The warehouse vanished around me. The gunfire became distant. The shouting faded into background noise. Even Alpha Richard ceased to exist for a few precious seconds.All I could see was her.Her wrists were bound so tightly that angry red marks cut deep into her skin. One side of her face was swollen. Dried blood stained the collar of her shirt. Tears tracked silently down her cheeks as she looked at us, her eyes holding a fear that should never have been there.A crushing weight settled on my chest. This should never have happened. I had sworn to protect our pack members. That was the promise I had made when I accepted my role. It wasn't about power or titles or respect. It was about responsibility. About ensuring that every member of this pack had someone willing to stand between them and the darkness.And yet June was chained to a chair, bruised and terrified.‘This isn’t our fault,’ Storm growled.Was
OCTAVIA. For this to work, we had to hit them hard before they even realized we were there. So much could go wrong, but we only had one chance for this to work.We called in some reinforcements to help us.Violet and Enzo brought about a hundred warriors that were a mix of werewolves and Fae. They also supplied fifty warriors from Vittori Enterprises' personal security sector. They were elite warriors. Best of the best. The Council sent an additional hundred Sentinels. They felt personally responsible for Alpha Richard escaping in the first place, so they told us they would aid us in whatever way we needed it. Roughly two hundred warriors from our own pack joined in on the mission.Were our numbers overkill? Not at all. We did not know what we would walk into tonight, so it was better safe than sorry.Alpha Richard had escaped us once, but he would not accomplish that feat again.Storm paced hard beneath my skin as I stood beside Roman near the front of the assembled forces. This didn
OCTAVIA. Hours slipped by in a haze of exhaustion, tension, and relentless determination.The clearing never truly quieted. Warriors and investigators continued combing through every inch of the scene beneath harsh portable lights, even long after they had carefully transported the girl’s body back to the pack for identification.The forest glowed in cold white beams as evidence markers dotted the ground like tiny warning signs. No one wanted to miss anything.Not after this.Forensic teams collected fibers from the bark where the girl had been pinned. Soil samples. Blood samples. Trace residue from the blackened demonic magic staining the clearing. Every footprint was photographed before being cast. Every broken branch was catalogued.The smell of damp earth and blood clung stubbornly to the air.Storm hated it, and so did I.Back at the packhouse, the tech team had converted one of the conference rooms into a command center. Screens lined the walls, displaying maps, timelines, and p
OCTAVIA. The world tunneled until everything around me blurred into insignificance. The trees. The warriors. The cold night air scraping against my skin. None of it mattered.All I could see was the girl pinned to the tree.Blood dripped slowly from the iron spikes embedded through her wrists, pattering softly onto dead leaves below in a rhythmic sound that immediately made my stomach turn. The metallic scent saturated the clearing so heavily it coated the back of my throat, thick and nauseating. The smell of fear clung to her skin too, sharp and sour, as if terror itself had soaked into her bones before she died.For one horrifying heartbeat, I thought it was June.The resemblance hit like a punch to the chest. Similar build. Similar hair. Young enough that the sight of her made something maternal and savage rise violently inside me. Panic exploded through my veins.I stumbled forward so fast my knees slammed hard into the damp earth beneath her. Mud soaked instantly into my jeans, c
OSRIC. I stayed close to my assigned group as we moved through the dark woods and along the quiet stretch of road that led away from the college.It still felt strange to be here.Not in the sense that I did not belong—at least not entirely—but because of how oddly welcoming everyone had been. When I first arrived at the packhouse, plenty of wolves looked at me as if they expected me to sprout horns and rip someone’s throat out. I could not exactly blame them for that. I was a demon. A real one. Not the watered-down version people told stories about around campfires.There was wariness. Suspicion.But then Luna Octavia and Alpha Roman vouched for me, which had changed everything.Not immediately. Wolves were too smart for blind trust. But little by little, they stopped looking at me like I was a bomb waiting to explode. Some nodded when they passed me in the hall. Others included me in conversations or handed me a coffee without being asked. Small things. Tiny things.But they matter
OCTAVIA. The moment the line went dead, the world narrowed to a single, pounding truth. Alpha Richard done fucked up by taking one of our pack members.The air in Roman’s office felt too tight, like it was pressing in on my lungs. Storm paced inside me, her fire rolling and snapping, furious and fo
ROMAN.“So, what are the plans for tonight?” Brock asked, tossing me the tennis ball.I caught it without looking, leaning back in my chair as Demetrius and James trash-talked their way through a high-stakes game of darts on the other side of the room. It was the first calm we’d had in days. No alar
OCTAVIA. We spent a little while in the office, getting to know Osric. Having never known a demon, at least a legitimate one, I wanted to learn about them. Honestly, the entire thing was fascinating. I had questions. A lot of them. Osric didn’t get offended, nor did he tire of answering them.He su
OSRIC.I wasn’t surprised that King Lezdeus disappeared when he realized that he was losing. The moment the tide turned, the moment his army became more corpse than force, he vanished. He went first before the others joined him.There was no doubt that he would return. Tyrants like him never accepte







