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THE MOLE'S END
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THE ALPHA'S HIDDEN HEIRS THE STRIKE BEGINS 2
Ironwood Range – Inner Sanctum EntranceThe tunnels opened into a vast chamber carved directly beneath the stronghold, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old magic. Water dripped from the stone ceiling, pooling in cracks along the floor, reflecting the flicker of faint blue wards.Lily signaled her team to halt just outside the final threshold. Every warrior crouched, breathing shallow, muscles coiled like springs. Their combined power could rival a small army—but against Vincent’s sanctum, precision was everything. One misstep, one miscalculated spell, and the trap would snap shut.Lily traced a final rune in the air. “The wards are down,” she whispered. “But the magic here… it’s unstable. Be ready for anything. Silence, speed, lethal precision. Move!”They surged forward as one, shadows blending with the darkness, spells shimmering faintly as they passed through the threshold.---Vincent’s Stronghold – War RoomVincent’s eyes snapped to the energy spikes below, the Gate thru
THE ALPHA'S HIDDEN HEIRS THE STRIKE BEGINS 1
Ironwood Range – Eastern Aquifer TunnelsThe tunnels beneath the Ironwood cliffs were dark, damp, and deceptively narrow. Water dripped from jagged rocks above, forming shallow pools that reflected the faint glow of enchanted runes Lily had placed along the walls. The air smelled of stone, wet earth, and something older—old magic, lingering from centuries of Lycan occupation.Lily crouched low, motioning to her team to follow silently. Her silver eyes gleamed in the dim light, reflecting both resolve and the fire of anticipation. Every member of her team mirrored her focus, eyes scanning the walls, ears straining for the slightest sound.“This way,” she whispered, tapping a hidden rune etched into the wall. The runes flared briefly, illuminating a path that led deeper into the labyrinth. “Eastern aquifer tunnels. Lucas marked the weak points in the wards. Stick to the shadows. Move as one.”A warlock whispered, voice barely audible: “And if it’s a trap?”Lily’s gaze cut him down. “The
THE ALPHA'S HIDDEN HEIRS FRIENDS AND ENEMIES 2
New York City – Selena’s ApartmentRain drummed a relentless rhythm against the windows, the city lights reflecting in the puddles on the streets below. Inside, the apartment was warm but weighed heavy with unspoken histories, decisions, and betrayals. Selena stood at the edge of the fireplace, staring into the flickering flame as if it could illuminate a path through the chaos that had consumed their lives.Eric entered quietly, boots leaving wet footprints across the marble. He was battered, dusted with mud from borderlands patrols, but he moved with a grace born of years of survival. The storm outside mirrored the one in his chest, and yet, he didn’t stumble. Not physically. Not emotionally. Not yet.“So,” Selena said quietly, her tone calm but edged with steel, “still fighting to prove yourself?”Eric gave a tired smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Always,” he said. The word carried weight, carrying decades of mistakes, regrets, and unspoken vows.Selena gestured to the
THE ALPHA'S HIDDEN HEIRS FRIENDS AND ENEMIES 1
Vincent’s Stronghold – Inner SanctumThe lower levels of Vincent’s stronghold were nothing like the upper war halls or the elegant meeting chambers where the priests and lieutenants strutted under torchlight. Down here, everything felt older—ancient, even. Carved long before Vincent, long before any of them. The walls breathed. Not metaphorically. They breathed. Lucas could feel their pulse humming faintly under the stone.The air was colder too, touched by the veins of magic running beneath the fortress. Most Lycans avoided this place unless directly ordered. Too oppressive, too unpredictable, too many whispers crawling out of the cracks.Lucas walked through it like someone who belonged.He didn’t.Not truly.But he had learned how to mimic belonging long enough to survive.The blue torches crackled as he passed, casting his shadow long across the uneven stone floor. He moved quickly, his senses sharpened. He knew where the listening wards were carved—thin spider-web cracks hidden b
THE ALPHA'S HIDDEN HEIRS BLOODLINES AND BATTLE PLANS
New York City – Rooftop of GREYTECH TowerThe city pulsed beneath them like a living organism—lights blinking, horns echoing, skyscrapers stabbing the sky with silver edges. New York always hummed with a restless, metallic heartbeat, but tonight it felt especially alive, as if it sensed the tension coiling between the two figures on the rooftop.Wind whipped Selena’s coat behind her, the fabric snapping against her legs like restless wings. The cold bit into her cheeks, but she didn’t feel it. Her body was numb in a way that had nothing to do with weather.Eric stood beside her, tall and unyielding, his silhouette sharp against the dying sun. The fading light carved gold into the angles of his face—cheekbones, jawline, brows furrowed in that permanent battle-readiness he wore like armor.He looked like a man preparing for war.She looked like a woman who had finally stopped hoping.“You didn’t have to follow me,” Selena said without looking at him. Her voice was steady, but only becau
THE ALPHA'S HIDDEN HEIRS BLOOD IN THE SNOW
Ironwood Range — BorderlandsThe mountains were silent except for the wind. It howled down the cliffs like a ghost dragged from its grave, carrying with it the stench of iron and ash. The Ironwood Range had always been a borderland, a graveyard for those too stubborn to surrender. Tonight, it became something worse—a stage for the purge.Snow blanketed the ground, untouched in some places, but already marred by crimson stains in others. The air was sharp enough to cut through skin and spirit alike, every breath searing the lungs with icy fire.Lucas walked at the head of the hunting party. Behind him stretched a formation of dark-cloaked wolves and spell-hardened soldiers—Vincent’s chosen killers. They moved like shadows stitched to the snow, silent, relentless, efficient.Lucas’s stride was steady, his posture commanding. To them, he was the predator’s predator, the Alpha’s blade. He gave nothing away—no hesitation, no doubt.But inside, he was drowning.Every scream tore at the frag
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