MasukTHIRD POV Lydia’s scream tore through the quiet ward like a blade.She jolted upright in bed, her chest heaving violently as if she had just been dragged out of deep water. For a split second, she looked around wildly, her eyes unfocused, her breathing erratic, and then panic completely took over.“No—no—no!” she screamed again, throwing the sheets aside.Before anyone could stop her, Lydia leapt off the bed and bolted for the door, her bare feet slapping against the cold tiled floor. She shoved the door open and ran straight into the hallway, her hospital gown fluttering behind her as she sprinted blindly forward.“Lydia! Stop!” one of the nurses shouted.Two nurses immediately took off after her, their shoes squeaking loudly against the floor as alarms of concern echoed down the corridor. Lydia ran as if something was chasing her, as if stopping meant certain death. Her sobs were loud and broken, mixing with frantic screams that sent chills down the spines of anyone who heard t
THIRD POV Lydia slept.Machines hummed softly beside her hospital bed, their steady rhythm the only thing anchoring her to the present. The room was dim, as the curtains were closed. Her chest rose and fell slowly, lashes resting against her cheeks, her body still—too still.Then her brow furrowed.Her breathing changed.And the world slipped.Suddenly Lydia was standing in a hallway she hadn’t seen in years.The walls were familiar—cream-colored. The old family photos were still there, crooked frames she remembered her mother always meaning to fix and never did. The carpet soft beneath her feet was.Her childhood home.Lydia froze.Her heart began to pound, not with surprise—but recognition.“I know this,” she whispered, though no sound came out.Then she saw herself.Small. Thin. Barefoot.The younger Lydia burst out of a bedroom down the hall, eyes wide with fear, pajama sleeves bunched in her fists as she ran.“No,” Lydia breathed. “Not this.”But the dream did not listen.The
Alec held the envelope in his hands, staring at the seal of the Blackridge pack one more time before carefully breaking it open. He pulled out the folded letter inside and began reading. His eyes scanned the words quickly, taking in the message while Amanda hovered nearby, arms crossed, tapping one foot impatiently.The letter was from the Alpha of the Blackridge pack. Polite, formal, and clear. They were extending a hand to the Night Crescent pack, suggesting a joint training session between their warriors. They wanted the Night Crescent pack to host the event, as Blackridge’s grounds were too small to accommodate the number of warriors of both the Blackridge pack and Night Crescent pack. The letter outlined the goal: to allow the warriors of both packs to come together, share skills, exchange ideas, and grow stronger collectively.Alec exhaled slowly, folding the letter neatly in his hands. “It seems… they want us to host a joint training session,” he said carefully, keeping his
THIRD POVAlec’s chambers were unusually silent, save for the sound of his boots echoing loudly against the floor. He paced back and forth with rapid, uneven steps, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His jaw was tight, his eyes dark with fury, and every muscle in his body screamed tension.The memory of Anton throwing him across the room replayed in his mind, each second fueling the fire inside him. His pride, his ego, his very sense of control had been shattered in one effortless, humiliating moment.Amanda stood near the far wall, arms crossed, watching him carefully. She had seen Alec angry before, but this was different. This was deeper—his pride had been wounded, his ego shattered in a way she knew wouldn’t fade quickly. She knew him too well; she could feel the storm brewing inside him like a living thing, threatening to consume everything in its path.“How dare he!” Alec growled, his voice low but vibrating with barely contained rage. “Do you know what he did, Ama
KIRA’S POVThe hallway felt longer than usual.Each step I took toward my office echoed too loudly in my ears, as if the building itself was amplifying the noise inside my head. My thoughts were tangled, overlapping, refusing to stay still. By the time I reached my door, my chest felt tight, heavy, as though I had been carrying a weight I could no longer pretend wasn’t there.I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and shut it behind me a little harder than I intended.The silence hit me immediately.I walked toward my desk, kicked off my shoes carelessly on the floor, and collapsed into my chair. A long, heavy sigh escaped my lips as I leaned back, staring at the ceiling like it might offer me answers.Nothing did.My mind went right back to the same place it had been all day.Anton.I closed my eyes briefly, rubbing my temples with both hands. In a way, I felt terrible. Accusing him so directly, so bluntly, without any solid proof… that wasn’t like me. I had always believed in
KIRA’S POV.Liana’s words hung in the air between us, heavy and unsettling.“Whatever that thing was… it’s not normal.”She didn’t know how right she was.Erica shifted beside me, crossing her arms. “The council’s already involved?” she asked.Liana nodded. “They called an emergency meeting at dawn. Extra patrols, healers on standby—the whole thing.” She hesitated, then added, “Everyone’s on edge. I’m surprised the two of you haven’t heard about it yet. It was horrible.”I forced myself to nod like this was just another crisis. Another border scare. Another strange report.But my body wasn’t buying it.My heart was still racing, my palms damp. The image of the creature from my dreams wouldn’t leave me alone—claws ripping through earth, smoke curling around its massive shape, that deep, wrong feeling in my chest.“Kira?” Erica said quietly. “You sure you’re okay?”I realized I hadn’t answered Liana. Or Erica. I hadn’t even blinked.“I’m fine,” I said again, too fast. “Just… tired.”Lia






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