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The tires screeching. The glass shattering. The smell of gasoline and burnt rubber.
And then silence.
I jolt awake with my hands fisted in my sheets, chest heaving. Same nightmare. Two years and it never changes.
My bedroom door slams open before I can even breathe properly.
Jace doesn't knock. He never has.
He's in sweats, hair a mess, looking like he teleported from his bed to mine. He doesn't say a word, just lifts the blanket and climbs in next to me like we've done since we were kids. He pulls my head down to his chest and his heart is already doing that slow, steady wolf rhythm that always knocks me out.
"Again?" he mumbles, half asleep.
"Again," I whisper.
He just tightens his arms. "You're good. You're here."
This is my life. I'm Kira Reyes, 19, human, and I live in a house full of werewolves.
Two years ago, my parents died in a car crash on Highway 9. The same crash I survived with only scratches. No one from my extended family wanted a 17-year-old with trauma and no trust fund. Except one person.
My mom's best friend from college - Beth.
Only, Beth isn't just Beth. She's Luna Beth of the Silver Ridge Pack. She and Alpha James took me in without blinking. Gave me a room, a family, a pack that didn't have to accept me but did.
For two years I learned how to live like them. How to train like them. How to think like them. I can't shift. I can't mindlink. I don't have super hearing or speed.
But I can fight. God, I can fight.
I out-train half the junior warriors. Human strength, wolf mentality. That's what James calls me.
"You ready to tell me why you're actually awake at 5 AM?" Jace says, his voice more awake now.
"Because today's the Summit letter day," I say.
He goes stiff.
Jace is the future Alpha of Silver Ridge. My best friend. My brother in every way that matters. Born three hours apart in the same hospital because our moms planned it that way. Everyone - and I mean EVERYONE - waited for our 18th birthdays to see if we were fated mates.
We weren't. Thank God. The thought makes us both want to gag. He's my twin, my emergency contact, my nightmare cure.
But now his Alpha training is starting for real. And I'm... leaving.
I got accepted to State for Business Management. I want to take over the self-defense and yoga studio my mom and Beth started twenty years ago. It's the only thing left of my mom that still feels alive. Beth has been holding it for me, but I need to learn how to run it myself. In the human world.
"You don't have to go," he says for the hundredth time.
"Jace, I can't stay here forever and be the pack charity human who hangs around because she has nowhere else to go. I love it here. But I'm not a wolf. I'm never going to find a mate. I'm never going to have a rank. I need to have my own life."
"You have a rank," he growls. "You're mine. That outranks everything."
"You're so possessive, it's disgusting."
"You're stuck with me, Reyes. College or not."
We get up and go downstairs. Luna Beth is already in the kitchen, and like always, she's made enough food for an army. Pancakes, bacon, fruit, eggs - all my favorites.
"You slept again?" she asks, looking at me and then at Jace, and she doesn't need to ask what she means.
"I'm fine," I say, shoving a pancake in my mouth.
Jace snorts. "She had the dream again. And I almost died getting to her room fast enough. You know she's heavy when she panics."
"I am not heavy! I train the same as you!"
"Yeah, but you eat like a bird and then steal all my fries. Makes no sense."
This is how it always is. Normal. Safe. Exactly why I need to leave.
Then Alpha James walks in holding a thick black envelope with a silver wax seal. The Council seal.
His face is serious.
"Kira. Jace. Sit."
Jace and I look at each other.
James drops the envelope in front of me.
"The Alpha Council has requested Silver Ridge send a representative to the Alliance Summit next week. They specifically asked for our... human integration program to be showcased."
My stomach drops.
"They asked for you, Kira. By name."
Jace's hand slams on the island. "Absolutely not. That Summit is full of old, traditional Alphas who think humans shouldn't even know we exist. Kade will be there."
Kade.
Alpha Kade of Dark Moon. The most feared Alpha under thirty. The one who openly says taking a Luna makes an Alpha weak. The one who says he'll never take a mate.
The one whose pack is our biggest rival.
Beth looks at me, worried. "You don't have to go, honey. We can decline."
But I pick up the envelope. My hands are shaking, but I open it.
Inside is a sing
le card, handwritten:
Bring the human girl who thinks she's a wolf. Let's see how long she lasts.
KIRAA quiet, profound stillness fell across the High Keep as the last stars faded into the soft, velvet grey of the final pre-dawn hour.High above the timber arches, the eastern horizon began to glow with a soft, iridescent pearl light, slowly fanning out into warm rose and pale gold across the jagged crests of the Western Range. A gentle, pine-scented breeze swept down from the upper peaks, rustling through the mountain cedar and carrying up from the valley basin the crisp, clean scents of damp slate, wild juniper, and the sweet, lingering woodsmoke of forty thousand peaceful hearths.Down below, the sanctuary of Sun Ridge lay in absolute tranquility. The long cobblestone avenues wound gracefully through the sleeping territories, lit by the quiet, amber glow of the morning lanterns. The joint patrols of human guards and shifter scouts walked their final rounds with easy, companionable strides—sentinels of an enduring harmony that eighty years of devotion, vision, and sacrifice had
KIRAThe last crimson traces of dusk faded quietly behind the jagged peaks of the Western Range, giving way to the vast, velvet expanse of the night. A sky full of diamond stars emerged high above the High Keep, casting a soft, silvery glow across the ancient stone parapets and cedar timber arches.A cool, invigorating alpine breeze swept down from the upper crags, carrying the clean scents of frosted balsam, wild mountain sage, and the faint, sweet woodsmoke rising from forty thousand peaceful hearths. Down in the valley basin, Sun Ridge glittered like a sea of grounded stars. Long lines of warm amber lanterns illuminated the cobblestone thoroughfares, outlining a realm where humans and shifters lived in permanent, effortless harmony under the enduring legacy of the Sun Ridge Accord.I sat motionless and tranquil in my cedar armchair, the wool throw pulled snug across my knees, my weathered hands resting comfortably atop the smooth oak handle of my walking cane.Beside me, Kade stood
KIRAThe sun slowly sank toward the craggy crests of the Western Range, spilling long rivers of warm amber and deep violet light across the flagstones of the High Keep's terrace.A fresh alpine breeze stirred the heavy cedar beams, carrying up from the mountain basin the sweet scent of wild juniper, damp slate, and the rising smoke from forty thousand dinner fires. Down below, Sun Ridge was bathed in twilight. Streetlights of soft orange glass flickered to life along the winding stone avenues, where human artisans and shifter hunters walked side by side in unhurried, quiet camaraderie.I rested back comfortably in my cedar chair, the thick wool throw pulled snugly across my knees, my weathered fingers clasped gently around the smooth head of my oak cane.Beside me, Kade stood like a towering sentinel against the setting sun. His broad-shouldered frame caught the last bronze rays, his silver-white hair gleaming like frosted wire. His dark leather coat lined with silver fur hung loosely
KIRAThe late afternoon light softened into deep gold, painting the timber arches and flagstones of the High Keep’s terrace in shades of honey and bronze.A gentle wind swept across the mountain peak, carrying the crisp, clean scents of alpine pine, sun-baked slate, and the faint, sweet woodsmoke drifting up from forty thousand peaceful hearths. Across the vast expanse of Sun Ridge, the sanctuary rested in complete, unhurried tranquility. Children’s laughter echoed softly from the academy courtyards, artisan hammers struck rhythmically along the lower district, and joint patrols of human and shifter guards walked their routes side by side in silent, easy companionship.I sat enveloped in my deep cedar armchair, the wool blanket warm across my lap, my weathered hands resting comfortably atop the smooth oak handle of my cane.Beside me, Kade stood like a majestic monolith against the open sky. His broad-shouldered frame caught the late glow, his heavy coat lined with silver fur shieldin
KIRAThe mid-day glare began its slow decline into the rich amber hues of late afternoon, sweeping long rays of bronze light across the carved flagstones of the High Keep's terrace.A crisp mountain breeze whipped through the high stone arches, carrying with it the sharp, resinous scent of balsam fir, sun-baked slate, and the faint, comforting aroma of baking bread rising from the lower quarter. Down in the basin of Sun Ridge, forty thousand souls moved about their daily routines in effortless, serene harmony. The laughter of young children at play in the academy courtyards drifted up the sheer cliffs, intermingling with the distant, rhythmic ring of iron on anvils. Human and shifter citizens walked the grand avenues side by side, their shared lives an enduring testament to a peace that had survived every storm.I relaxed back in my cedar armchair, pulling the heavy wool throw snugly across my knees, my fingers resting comfortably over the smooth oak head of my walking cane.Beside me
KIRAThe mid-day sun hung high above the central valley, casting sharp, brilliant light across the stone parapets of the High Keep.A warm alpine wind swept down from the upper crags, carrying the clean, resinous scents of pine needle, sun-warmed granite, and the faint woodsmoke rising from forty thousand valley hearths. Below us, Sun Ridge bustled in joyful, unhurried harmony. The broad cobblestone avenues hummed with movement: merchants unloading seasonal harvests, artisan metalworkers shaping tools in open smithies, and joint patrols of human guards and shifter scouts walking their rounds in easy, relaxed camaraderie. The peace enveloping the seven territories was absolute—a living sanctuary rooted so deeply that the bitter wars of our youth felt like distant, faded shadows.I sat back comfortably in my cedar armchair, the heavy wool throw resting warm across my knees, my weathered hands clasped gently over the smooth oak head of my walking cane.Beside me, Kade stood like an ancie







