LOGIN(Kira POV)
The door to the observation deck didn't just open; I kicked it off its hinges. The metal screeched, buckling under the force of my wolf’s desperation as I burst onto the roof. The wind up here was a physical entity, a screaming gale that whipped my hair across my face and carried the mephitic stench of ancient, rotting magic.
I didn't look at the city lights. I didn't look at the sky. My eyes locked onto
(Kira POV)"Cassidy, now!" I screamed, my voice barely audible over the gale.Cassidy didn't hesitate. She abandoned her cover, her movements a blur of tactical precision as she charged Silas. She didn't use her gun, it was useless against the kinetic shield, instead, she drew a pair of short, silver-weighted batons. She slid across the frost-slicked concrete, coming up under Silas’s reach and swinging with a ferocity that made the air whistle.Silas snarled, forced to divert his attention from the ritual to parry her blows. "You’re a flea biting a titan, Cassidy!" he roared, lashing out with a burst of kinetic force that sent a nearby industrial crate flying toward her head.She ducked, the crate shattering against a steel beam behind her, and kept swinging. She wasn't fighting to win; she was fighting to buy me seconds."Sage! The sout
(Kira POV)The door to the observation deck didn't just open; I kicked it off its hinges. The metal screeched, buckling under the force of my wolf’s desperation as I burst onto the roof. The wind up here was a physical entity, a screaming gale that whipped my hair across my face and carried the mephitic stench of ancient, rotting magic.I didn't look at the city lights. I didn't look at the sky. My eyes locked onto the center of the deck.Dante was splayed across a stone plinth that shouldn't have been there, an altar of dark, vein-streaked marble that seemed to have grown out of the concrete like a malignant tumor. He was shirtless, his chest heaving, his skin a deathly, pallid grey. Thin, glowing violet lines were crawling up his arms, tracing his veins like luminous parasites. They were draining him. I could feel it through the bond, a rhythmic, agonizing pulse of suction that felt
(Dante POV)The echo of the heavy door slamming shut hadn't even faded when the lock clicked again. I expected Silas to return, perhaps to deliver one last pontificating lecture on the necessity of my demise, but the figure that stepped into the violet gloom was smaller, her silhouette framed by a halo of artificial light from the stairwell.Alpha Lyra. The Nightbreeze matriarch. The woman who had sat at our council table for years representing the Gardens, whispering "unity" while sharpening the blade for our collective throats.She didn't take a seat. She walked with a predator’s grace, her heels clicking against the concrete like the ticking of a countdown clock. She stopped in front of me, her gaze drifting past my bruised face to the girl slumped against the pillar."She’s still under," Lyra remarked, her voice a low, mellifluous purr. "Juniper always was a heavy sleeper. It’s the Ironclaw blood, sturd
(Dante POV)The first thing I felt was the cold. It wasn't just the chill of the night air; it was a gelid, biting numbness that seemed to seep directly into my marrow. My eyelids felt like they had been fused shut with lead. When I finally forced them open, the world was a blurred smear of violet and charcoal.I tried to move my hand to wipe my eyes, but a sharp, metallic jerk stopped me. My wrists were bound behind me, the cold bite of silver-lined steel burning into my skin. I let out a low groan, the sound vibrating painfully in my skull."Kira..." I croaked. Her name was a reflex, a desperate reach across a bond that felt like it had been frayed by a high-voltage current.Memory hit me in jagged, fractious shards. The Civic Hall. The sub-level. The violet mist that had smelled like rotting lilies. I remembered Juniper collapsing, her hand slipping from mine as the
(Kira POV)The air in the sub-level was a viscid soup of ozone and the fading metallic tang of the violet gas. I didn't wait for Sage to finish her sob. I grabbed her shoulder, hauling her toward the heavy iron levers that controlled the Civic Hall’s emergency ventilation."Sage, focus!" I barked. My voice felt like it was scraping against the raw lining of my throat. "The Alphas are trapped. If they suffocate, this city falls into a shambolic mess before Silas even finishes his ritual. How do we open the main hall doors from here?"Sage wiped her eyes, her hands trembling as she pointed to a rusted console bypassed by modern electronics. "The manual override. It’s a mechanical deadbolt. If you pull the primary seal, the pressure differential will blow the doors open."Cassidy was already there. I watched the corded muscle in her arms strain as she gripped the iron wheel. "On three!"We threw our weight in
(Kira POV)"Gone? What do you mean gone?" I gripped Sage’s shoulder so hard my nails dug into the fabric of her jacket. My voice was a jagged whisper, barely audible over the growing roar of the HVAC system below. "Sage, look at me! People don't just vanish into thin air. Did the signal drop? Is it the shielding?"Sage’s eyes were wide, fixed on the flatline of the biometric data on her tablet. Her breathing was coming in short, shallow bursts. "No... no, Kira, you don't understand. A signal drop flickers. It degrades. This was... it was like someone flipped a kill switch. One second they were there, their hearts beating, their comms active... and the next, the entire hardware ID was purged from the local grid. It’s like they were never even in the building.""Dante wouldn't just leave," I snapped, my mind racing. "And Juniper wouldn't leave you. They're down there. They have to be."
I set the phone down with a sigh, rubbing my eyes. Dante's visit had left me unsettled. The description of Kira's behavior, the bowing, the "sir," the complete emotional shutdown, it wasn't normal. It wasn't healthy. And Dominic's fingerprints were all over it.I'd seen the A
I couldn't take it anymore.The bond ached constantly now, a dull, persistent throb that intensified whenever Kira was near. Which was often, given she was my guardian. Except "near" had become a relative term. Physically close, yes. But emotionally? She might as well have be
I'd made it through the entire day without unnecessary human contact. Small victory, but I'd take what I could get.Training session: completed alone before anyone else arrived. Lunch: grabbed from the cafeteria during off-hours and eaten in my room. Afternoon patrol of the c
Sunlight filtered through my windows, the same as it had every morning since I'd moved into this room. Same view of the training grounds. Same comfortable bed. Same beautiful space that had felt like a gift and now felt like a gilded cage.I stared at the ceiling, unwilling t







