LOGINEthan Pov The concrete floor of the underground training facility was freezing, but the heat radiating from my skin was enough to warp the air.I drove my bare fist into the heavy leather punching bag. The five-hundred-pound column of sand and iron shavings exploded outward, the reinforced canvas ripping open with a deafening report that echoed off the reinforced concrete walls. A spray of coarse gray sand rained down into the puddles of my own sweat."You’re going to run out of equipment before the sun goes down if you keep that up."Nathan was leaning against the steel weapon rack in the corner, a clean towel draped over his good shoulder. He looked exhausted, the skin beneath his golden-brown eyes dark and hollow from the midnight clash at the sawmill, but his gaze was sharp. Too sharp. He had been tracking my scent for the last three hours, watching me destroy half the training circuit without saying a single word."We don't have time to replace gear, Nathan," I grunted, my voice
Sophia Pov The morning sun cracked through the heavy overcast sky, but it offered no real warmth to the academy’s central courtyard. After the bloodbath at the logging yard last night, the air felt thinner, sharper, charged with a static current that made the hairs on my arms stand up. The student body was huddled in tight, whispering clusters, their eyes darting toward the heavy wrought-iron gates every time a car drove past."Did you hear?" Emma murmured, leaning over our shared desk in the advanced history seminar. Her blue eyes were wide, the dark circles under them proof that neither of us had slept a wink. "They found bodies near the old sawmill. The police are calling it a 'wild animal culling,' but my dad said the forensics unit was barred from the site by the council.""I know," I breathed, keeping my eyes fixed on the empty chalkboard at the front of the room. Ethan hadn't returned to his quarters until four in the morning, his clothes reeking of ozone, silver nitrate, and
Ethan Pov The world narrowed to the taste of copper, the smell of burning ozone, and the violent, rhythmic spraying of dark blood against the frozen mud.The logging yard had completely devolved into an apocalyptic slaughterhouse. The blinding beams of the police cruisers' headlights cut through the swirling gray fog, illuminating the chaotic, thrashing bodies of the mutated rogue pack. Gunfire from the human deputies still rattled in frantic, uneven bursts, but their bullets were nothing more than a background annoyance compared to the raw, primal ferocity of the clash between our elite vanguard and the monsters born from the hidden warehouse.I lunged forward in my shifted form, a seven-foot mass of midnight-black fur and pure, unadulterated Alpha fury. My jaws snapped shut around the throat of a mutated rogue that had leaped toward a fallen officer. With a brutal twist of my neck, I snapped its spine, hurling its heavy, misshapen carcass into a pile of rusted iron pipes.But there
Ethan PovThe scent of sulfur, rotting timber, and old blood always led to the same place: the deep, neglected underbelly of the valley where the law of the city couldn't reach, and the law of the pack was enforced with claws.The rain had stopped, leaving behind a thick, choking fog that crawled off the river and swallowed the abandoned logging yard whole. It was past midnight. The towering skeleton of the old sawmill loomed through the gray mist like a drowned monster, its rusted tin sheets groaning in the damp wind.I stood at the tree line, my boots sunk two inches into the black mud, my leather tactical jacket slick with moisture. Beside me, Nathan and Marcus were shadows wrapped in iron resolve, their breathing slow and deliberate. My right forearm, marked by the silver scar, was a column of steady, burning heat. The ancestral obsidian pendant against my chest remained dark, but it was humming—a low, rhythmic vibration that signaled the presence of the corrupt magic we had uncov
Sophia Pov The atmosphere inside the academy’s central courtyard was suffocating, thick with the invisible but heavy vibration of pack anxiety.The armed police patrols and the grim-faced Guardians pacing the perimeter fence were constant reminders that Chloe’s locker was still empty, and the monster in the woods was still hungry. Yet, despite the invisible storm gathering over our heads, the bell for the afternoon recess had rung, forcing us out into the crisp air. The faculty was desperate to maintain a veneer of normalcy, pushing the students into the open quad under the watchful eyes of three different sniper teams stationed on the roof of the science building.Emma and I sat at our usual stone bench under the ancient oak tree, a single plate of untouched cafeteria food sitting between us like a monument to our collective lack of appetite."I can't even swallow," Emma whispered, her fingers nervously picking at the hem of her jacket. Her eyes were fixed on the gravel path, tracki
Sophia Pov The illusion of safety shattered with the sudden, violent clarity of a mirror dropping onto concrete.Only forty-eight hours ago, I had been standing in the festival quad, laughing under the glow of fairy lights, letting the sweet warmth of pink cotton candy and the gentle weight of Ethan’s distant gaze convince me that the world was fixing itself. I had allowed myself to believe that the shadows were retreating to the edges of the valley, that the monsters had been driven back into the deep woods by the sheer, unyielding might of the Alpha vanguard.But the monsters hadn't retreated. They had just been waiting for the lights to go out.Now, the grand academy hallway felt less like a place of learning and more like a pressurized containment unit. The bustling, cheerful chatter of the student body was entirely gone, replaced by a low, frantic hum of raw panic that vibrated through the lockers. Groups of students stood huddled in tight, defensive circles, their eyes darting







