LOGINIrene's POV
The healer brought them to me that afternoon.
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Irene's POVThe war room felt smaller with everyone crowded inside.Elders filled the seats around the main table. Maps and diagrams spread across every surface. The smell of blood and smoke still lingered on our clothes from the battle hours before.We had won the skirmish. But winning a battle wasn't the same as winning a war.
Karson's POVThe scratches on her arm weren't deep.But they were there. Red lines carved into her skin. Evidence of a fight that could have gone differently. Evidence of my failure.I watched her apply the ointment. Her movements efficient. Practiced. She didn't wince at the sting. Didn't hesitate or fumble.
Irene's POVThe battlefield was still settling when Karson appeared at my side.He moved fast despite his injured leg. Limping across the blood-soaked ground like the wound didn't exist. Like nothing mattered except reaching me."Irene." His voice was rough. Breathless. "Are you hurt? Did they—"
Irene's POVLexie was broken beneath me.Bleeding. Whimpering. Defeated.I shifted back to human form. Stood over her crumpled body. Ready to end this once and for all."It's over, Lexie." My voice came out cold. Flat. "You've lost."
Irene's POVMidnight came slowly.I waited in the shadows near the depot. My body tense. My senses stretched to their limits. Every rustle of leaves. Every whisper of wind. Every distant owl call amplified in the darkness.The children were hidden safely behind the main building. Far from the trap zone. Close enough to alert us if their sharp noses detected anything unusual.
Irene's POVThe trap needed bait.Good bait. The kind that would make Lexie abandon caution entirely. The kind that would draw her in like a moth to flame.I knew exactly what that bait needed to be.Me.
Irene's POVLucas arrived the next morning.I heard the commotion at the gate and knew it was him before I even saw the car. Something about the way the guards relaxed told me it wasn't a threat.He found me in the garden, watching the children practice their shifting with Ken. They were getting be
Irene's POVThe children's laughter echoed through the stronghold.I watched from the courtyard as Carl and Karin raced between the buildings with a group of young werewolves from the Dark Hollows Pack. They had been playing for hours, their energy seemingly endless.Hide-and-seek was the game of t
Irene's POVKen had only been in the Pack for three days, but my children had already adopted him like a stray puppy.I watched from the kitchen doorway as Carl and Karin circled him in the garden, their eyes wide with wonder. Ken sat cross-legged on the grass, looking relaxed. The fierce guardian
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