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C6

Crystal Dx
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 21.04.2026 18:23:06

"You don't talk much, do you?"

Ronan let out a short, non-committal grunt, his eyes fixed on the rain-slicked streets of Grimford. The silence that followed was heavy, saturated with his cedar-and-ice musk. I focused on the road, my grip tightening on the wheel.

"Speaking of names," I said, trying to break the tension, "I have a strange connection to a man named Elder Magnus Blackridge. He’s a director at the Sanctuary Holdings."

"Is that right?" Ronan’s voice was like grinding stone.

"Yeah. Bu
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  • THE PROWL OF THE ICE   C6

    "You don't talk much, do you?"Ronan let out a short, non-committal grunt, his eyes fixed on the rain-slicked streets of Grimford. The silence that followed was heavy, saturated with his cedar-and-ice musk. I focused on the road, my grip tightening on the wheel."Speaking of names," I said, trying to break the tension, "I have a strange connection to a man named Elder Magnus Blackridge. He’s a director at the Sanctuary Holdings.""Is that right?" Ronan’s voice was like grinding stone."Yeah. But he’s a high-level executive, and you’re a Pack Enforcer who just transferred from the Southern territories. If I didn't know better, I’d think you were his grandson."I caught myself and shook my head."What am I saying? That’s impossible. His grandson is probably running a multinational board or living in some penthouse in London. He wouldn't be knee-deep in rogue DNA and crime scenes.""Stranger things have happened," Ronan said, though he didn't elaborate.I realized then that we had been d

  • THE PROWL OF THE ICE   C5

    "You should think about your future, Evan," I said, my voice as sharp as a silver-laced blade. "Unless you're looking for a permanent mark on your record that effectively ends your medical career before it starts."I watched him blink, the arrogance in his scent momentarily replaced by a sharp spike of panic. I wasn't the submissive partner he thought he could manipulate anymore."Jack, what is wrong with you?" Evan’s voice wavered. "Since when do you care more about a delivery boy than me? I'm your partner!""Is that a fact?" I crossed my arms, leaning back against the precinct desk. "Do you really want me to start listing the things I care about right now, Evan? Because we can start with exactly what you were doing in that Audi an hour ago."Evan’s face went pale for a split second before he forced a nervous laugh, trying to play it off with that same hollow charm. "What are you talking about? Who got our lead doctor so riled up? Just tell me, Jack, and I'll handle them for you. I'm

  • THE PROWL OF THE ICE   C4

    "Start the extraction. Now."I didn't bother looking up at the grieving man standing by the steel table. I just adjusted the focus on my headlamp, the sterile white light catching the sharp glint of the silver-edged scalpel in my hand."Wait, I have more to ask!" Silas Crowe started forward, his scent spiked with the sour tang of desperation. "The way she was marked—is it really him? The rogue?"A massive hand clamped down on Silas’s shoulder, stopping him mid-stride. I finally flicked my gaze up, meeting Alpha Ronan Blackridge’s stare. He didn't say a word, just gave a single, slow shake of his head at Silas.He stepped closer to the table then, his presence looming over me like a thundercloud. His eyes, dark as a winter moon, tracked my movements with an intensity that felt like a physical touch.I could smell him—not just the cedar and cold air, but something else. A deep, primal musk that made the fine hairs on my neck stand up.Ronan’s fingers twitched at his side. He was thinkin

  • THE PROWL OF THE ICE   C3

    "Let go of me, Evan!"I snarled, wrenching my wrist out of Evan’s grip with enough force to make him stumble. My heart was thundering, but my face remained a mask of Arctic glass.Evan’s palm hit the air, and for a second, he looked genuinely rattled before his features twisted into a mask of pure venom. He jabbed a finger toward the massive silhouette standing just inside the entrance of the Blackridge Enforcement HQ."Is this why you've been acting like a cold-blooded bastard all day?" Evan’s voice rose to a frantic, ugly pitch. "You’re blowing me off for him? Who is he, Jack? Is he richer? Is he more of an Alpha? I never pegged you for a social-climbing gold-digger!"I felt a wave of nausea. To think I’d spent seven years with this man—a man who would throw a tantrum at the gates of a Pack Precinct. I opened my mouth to shut him down, but a dry, lethal chuckle cut through the air."Hey, pal. Eyes up here."The shadow moved. As the man stepped into the light of the foyer, the entire

  • THE PROWL OF THE ICE   C2

    "Jack, pick up the damn phone! Where are you?"Evan Mercer’s voice didn't just sound impatient through the speaker; it sounded entitled, vibrating against my eardrum with a jagged edge. I sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass of the Lunar Forensics Lab, watching the silver moonlight hit the London skyline. I didn't answer."Jack Quinn! You promised to meet me at the Medical Sanctuary after your shift. I've been waiting for twenty minutes. Why aren't you here?"The text messages started flooding in, one after another, lighting up the dark room. I took a slow sip of ice-cold water, watching the screen glow./?Jack, what the hell is this? Why are you playing games? Answer me!My patience is thin, Jack. You’d better have a damn good explanation for blowing me off!JACK!/I let out a dry, mirthless chuckle and finally swiped the screen."What do you want, Evan?""What do I want? Jack, what the hell is wrong with you?" Evan’s voice was thick with suppressed rage, but underneath the an

  • THE PROWL OF THE ICE   C1

    "The victim was an Omega male, barely eighteen, and the soul-scent started fading roughly thirty-six hours ago. The skin has turned that stagnant shade of crimson, and both pupils are blown wide and unresponsive... Have the silver-trace results from the claw marks come back from the lab yet?""They just hit my terminal. The DNA is a match for the same rogue in the serial mauling case. That makes three young Omegas slaughtered in the Northern Territory this year alone.""Animal! To kill your own kind like this... it’s a violation of every Pack Law we hold sacred."I felt the familiar, heavy weight of the moon settle in my gut. If we didn't track this monster soon, more innocent lives would be snuffed out before their first shift.I looked away from the cooling body, letting out a sharp exhale as I scrubbed my hands in the Lunar Forensics disinfection pool. The scent of chemical sage stung my nose, but it was the only thing that could mask the smell of rot."Dr. Quinn, big plans for the

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