ログイン[KAEL]The maps spread across my desk told a story I didn't want to believe.Emrys stood to my right, pointing to marked locations where the rogue den had been discovered. Sienna leaned over the table from the opposite side, silver-streaked hair falling forward as she traced sigil patterns with one finger."These nodes were designed to activate simultaneously during the Blue Moon ceremony." Her voice was clinical, professional. "The corruption magic would've flooded through your pack bonds all at once—turning warriors against each other, disabling defensive instincts, and creating chaos Conrad's forces could exploit.""Would've?" I caught the past tense."We dismantled fourteen nodes. Weakened the network significantly." She looked up, meeting my eyes. "The remaining sigils are still dangerous but not catastrophic. They'll cause confusion, maybe temporary disorientation. Nothing your warriors can't fight through if they're prepared."Relief flickered through me—brief, inadequate."And
[CORA]The kitchen was chaos in the best way—organized, purposeful, alive with movement.Pots boiled on every burner. Knives flashed against cutting boards in rhythmic precision. The ovens blazed hot enough to make sweat bead along my hairline despite the open windows. Over three hundred wolves needed feeding tonight, maybe more if neighboring packs sent representatives for the Blue Moon ceremony.Fifteen hours until moonrise.I stirred the venison stew with mechanical efficiency, adding herbs by instinct rather than measurement. Thirty years in pack kitchens taught me what recipes needed without looking at written instructions.Lena worked the bread station, flour dusting her dark hair white. Safi chopped vegetables with the focused intensity of someone trying not to think too hard. Maris arranged desserts on platters, fingers quick and careful.We moved around each other without collision, a dance perfected through years of shared labor.Everything should've felt festive. Anticipato
[CONRAD]"F**k you."I cut—shallow, deliberate—the line burning across his skin as silver poisoned the wound.His scream echoed off stone walls."Poor answer." I moved the knife to his other shoulder. "Let's see if you improve. What are Crescent Moon's defensive positions for tonight's ceremony?""I don't—I don't know anything about—"Another cut. Deeper this time.More screaming.This continued for an hour.I asked about patrol rotations, defensive strategies, warrior placements, and internal security. Every question met with either defiant silence or claims of ignorance.The scout never broke.Never gave me anything useful beyond confirmation that Crescent Moon was indeed preparing for attack, that Kael had called in magical support, and that the pack was on high alert.Information I already possessed.'Useless,' my wolf snarled. 'Just kill him and move on.'The scout hung limp in his chains now, barely conscious, blood pooling beneath him. Silver poisoning would kill him eventually
[CONRAD]~At 7 a.m. on the morning of the Blue Moon Ceremony.~The drill was brutal by design.Three hundred rogues moved through formations I'd spent months perfecting—strike patterns meant to overwhelm defensive positions and coordinated attacks designed to exploit every weakness in Crescent Moon's security. Sweat and blood mixed in the dirt. Bones cracked when someone moved too slow.I stood watching from elevated ground, satisfaction curling through my chest.'Almost there,' my wolf growled. 'Almost time to take back what's ours.'Almost.The word tasted like vindication and rage combined. Twenty years of planning, hiding, and gathering strength while Bastian played at being Alpha and his whelp inherited stolen power.Tonight, under the Blue Moon, I'd correct every injustice.My phone buzzed. Freya's name appeared on screen.I answered without looking away from the training grounds. "Yes?""We have a problem." Her voice was clipped, urgent. "One of the dens has been compromised. T
[EMRYS]An hour later, I was deep in the forest with Sienna, following magical readings from her detection device while ten warriors maintained perimeter security.Did I mention I was regretting every decision that had led to this moment?"Left." She adjusted the device's calibration. "About forty yards, near that cluster of birch trees."I adjusted course, leading my group of ten warriors through dense forest. Sienna walked beside me, some kind of magical detection device in her hands that pulsed with soft blue light whenever we got close to a sigil.The other witch teams were spread across the territory doing similar sweeps. We'd found eight sigils so far. Sienna estimated there were at least twenty more."There." She pointed to a rocky outcropping. "It's underneath, carved into the underside of that overhang."I signaled the warriors to fan out, securing the area before Sienna and I approached the rocks.She was right. A complex symbol glowed faintly on the underside of a rocky out
[EMRYS]Kael was waiting in his office when I arrived to escort him to the war room."So." He didn't look up from the maps spread across his desk. "The witch is here.""With six others from her coven. They're settling into the packhouse now.""And the kiss at the gates?" Now he looked up, one eyebrow raised. "That happen before or after you remembered we're trying to save the pack from annihilation?"Heat flooded my face. "That was—she just—I didn't—""Relax." Kael's expression softened into something almost amused. "I know about Western Coven. You told me yourself four years ago when you came back looking like someone had rearranged your entire worldview in a week."I had told him. Drunk, confused, and still smelling like cinnamon and magic. Kael had listened without judgment, offered advice I'd mostly ignored, and never mentioned it again.Until now."That was a mistake," I said firmly."Was it?" Kael stood, gathering the maps. "Because from what you told me then, it sounded like th







