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Brynlee I wait exactly three minutes after Rhett leaves before sliding out of bed. My bare feet make no sound on the hardwood floors as I follow his scent through the halls. My wolf, for once, works with me instead of fighting me – maybe an effect of being so close to our mate earlier.The night air is crisp against my silk pajamas as I slip outside. More howls echo across pack lands, and I catch fragments of warriors coordinating in the distance. But there's another scent on the breeze. Something that doesn't belong.I follow it, staying in the shadows. My wolf's senses are sharper than they've been since the attack, probably because we're finally working together instead of against each other. Which is how I catch the sound of someone muttering by the pack boundary stones. Tracy.She's doing something to the ward stones, her hands glowing faintly with what must be borrowed magic – she's not a natural witch. The wards flicker, weakening."What are you doing?" My voice comes out stron

Rhett The council chamber feels too small, too confining. My skin still burns from touching Brynlee, from feeling her submit so beautifully. Kian paces restlessly, wanting to return to our mate instead of dealing with pack politics."The evidence is clear," my father says from his position at the head of the council table. "Tracy Reeves deliberately tampered with pack wards, putting everyone at risk.""She was emotional," Martin Reeves argues. "After Rhett ended their contract—""This isn't about contracts," I cut in. "This is about pack security. She compromised our defenses during a time of active threat.""Hardly active," Helen Reeves scoffs. "We haven't seen any real evidence of this Xander person pursuing your mate." She spits the title. If they only knew about the spelled pack members, about how close he's really been. But that information is still closely guarded."The timing is irrelevant," Dad says. "Tampering with pack wards is a serious offense. It cannot go unpunished.""

Rhett "The runes are interconnected," the elder says, gesturing to the spelled items laid out on her workbench. "Each one feeds into the others, creating a network of . . . something. I’m not sure what yet."I lean closer, studying the strange markings. Five items – a stone, a feather, a coin, a ribbon, and what looks like a child's toy – each pulsing with dark magic. All found at different points along our borders."Can you tell what they're building toward?""Not exactly, but—" She breaks off as Brynlee enters the room. My mate's scent hits me, still carrying traces of our kiss from earlier, making Kian push forward eagerly.But there's something else in her expression. Recognition."I've seen these before," she says quietly, moving to stand beside me. "Or something like them. In Xavier's study, before . . ." She swallows hard.My hand finds the back of her neck automatically, offering support through touch. She leans into it slightly even as she continues."He had drawings. Plans.

BrynleeI wake slowly, surrounded by Rhett's scent. His warmth curls around me, one arm draped possessively over my waist, breath steady against my neck. Everything about this moment feels right – safe, protected, claimed.The early morning light filters through the windows, casting shadows that dance across the bed. Rhett's shirt that I'm wearing has ridden up during the night, and his hand rests on my bare hip, his touch both innocent and intimate. Each brush of his thumb against my skin sends tingles through my whole body. My wolf practically purrs at the contact.His heat seeps into me everywhere we touch - his chest pressed to my back, legs tangled with mine, his breath stirring the hair at my nape. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my spine makes me feel more secure than any lock or ward ever could.Last night floods back – his careful hands bathing me, tending to me. My request for his collar. The way he showed such perfect control even when I could smell his need. The

Rhett"You won't reconsider?" My father's voice carries equal parts hope and resignation. We're in his study, discussing pack defense strategies, but he can't seem to let the Alpha issue rest."No." I study the territory maps spread across his desk, marking potential weak points. "And this isn't the time for that discussion.""On the contrary. With threats mounting, the pack needs—""The pack needs to focus on finding spelled wolves before they can be activated." I tap a section of the map. "We should double patrols here. It's too exposed."He sighs but nods. "I’m already reassigning warriors. But there's something else you should see."The surveillance photos he hands me make my blood run cold. Xander, captured by border cameras two territories over. But it's what he's carrying that catches my attention – a collar. Black leather, carved with runes that make my wolf bristle."When?""Yesterday. The elders say the runes are similar to the ones found on the spelled items."Kian snarls a