LOGINClara Veyron’s life falls apart in a single night, her fiancé’s betrayal, her best friend’s lies, and a storm that leaves her wandering the streets alone. But heartbreak is nothing compared to what she finds next: a wounded stranger with silver eyes, a man whose very presence pulls her into a world she was never meant to see. Kael Arden is no ordinary man. He is Alpha of the Shadowclaw Pack, bound by a curse that has destroyed every human woman who dared to love him. He swore never to claim a mate again, or to risk another innocent life. Until Clara’s touch heals what should have been fatal, and awakens a bond that should not exist. Now Clara is hunted by rivals who see her as the key to Kael’s downfall, and despised by wolves who call her unworthy of their Alpha. Torn between her humanity and the fierce call of the wolf bond, she must choose: walk away from the man who could ruin her career and life, or fight beside him against enemies who would see them both destroyed. But Kael has only one choice left. And this time, fate has given him something to lose.
View MoreClara's POV"Drink this. It will help with the pain."Lydia hands me a cup of tea that smells like lavender and something else I can't identify. We're in her quarters, a surprisingly elegant space that looks more like a luxury hotel room than a prison. But that's what it is. A gilded cage where I'm supposed to prepare for my own spectacular failure.Three days. That's how long I've been here. Three days of watching Lydia prepare for the blood moon ritual. Three days of not seeing Emma, not seeing Kael, not knowing if they're even alive."What's in it?" I ask, staring at the cup."Medicine. Herbs. Things to stabilize your transformation so it happens exactly the way I want it to." Lydia smiles. "You need to be strong enough to attempt the ritual completely. Strong enough that everyone watching understands you had a real chance. And then you need to fail spectacularly enough that no one ever tries again."I don't drink it. Set the cup on the table untouched."If you don't cooperate, Emm
Clara's POVThe coven's headquarters doesn't look like what I expected. No dark gothic mansion or creepy forest cottage. It's a modern building tucked into the suburbs… looks like any other office complex except for the protective symbols carved into the doorframes."Welcome," a woman says as we enter. She's younger than I expected, maybe forty, with warm brown eyes and gray streaking her black hair. "I'm Cassandra. You must be Clara.""How did you…""Know your name? Kael called ahead. Explained the situation." She gestures for us to follow. "Come. We have much to discuss."The interior is surprisingly normal. Modern furniture, soft lighting, the kind of place that could be a therapist's office or upscale meditation center. Three other women work at computers, and I catch them watching me with clinical interest."You're transforming," Cassandra observes, studying me carefully. "I can see it in your bones. The structure's already changing. You're further along than most.""Is that good
Kael's POV"They have her. Confirmed sighting at the Bloodfang compound forty minutes north of here."Damon's voice comes through the radio as I stare at the crushed phone one of my warriors found in the coffee shop. Emma's phone. Destroyed deliberately. A message."How many guards?" I ask, already moving toward the armory."Twenty, maybe thirty. Hard to get exact numbers without being spotted.""And Marcus?""Inside. Probably in his office making some grand gesture about honor and negotiation." Damon's voice carries disgust. "He's going to offer a trade. Emma for Clara's cooperation with something.""I don't care what he offers." I grab weapons… gun, silver-edged blade, the works. "We're getting Emma back.""Kael, wait." That's Damon's beta voice. The one he uses when he's about to say something I don't want to hear. "This smells like a trap. Marcus isn't stupid enough to grab Emma without a plan. He knows we'll come.""So?""So we need to think about what he actually wants. He alrea
Emma's POVThe coffee shop smells like burnt espresso and old pastries. I'm sitting by the window, watching Clara and Kael talk in the car across the street. They look intense. Serious. The way people look when they're discussing life and death.Which I guess they are.My sister is turning into a werewolf. This is my life now."Refill?" The barista… a girl about my age with purple hair… gestures to my empty cup."Sure, thanks."She pours, and I notice her hands. They're shaking slightly. And she keeps glancing at the door like she's nervous."You okay?" I ask."Fine. Just... tired." But she won't meet my eyes.The bell above the door chimes. Three men walk in. Big guys, moving with that same fluid grace Clara's guards have. That supernatural thing I'm learning to recognize.But something feels wrong. The barista tenses. One of the men locks the door behind them."Emma Veyron?" The tallest one speaks. Dark hair, cold eyes, expensive suit. "We need you to come with us."My heart starts






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