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"It is so good to see you again, Emma," Terra said with a deceptive smile."I cannot say the same," Emma replied coldly as she glared at her mother. She felt betrayed as questions ran through her mind."I did not think you would ever come home, Emma," Priscilla stated."And I did not think you would be talking to the enemy, mother," Emma curtly replied. "What is going on?""I am surprised to see you, Alpha Steve," Priscilla said as she ignored her daughter's question."You are the second person telling me that today," Steve replied. "Do you also want me dead?""No, but a lot of people do," Priscilla replied."They can join the long line of my death wishers," Steve replied with an arrogant shrug."I hope your bravery in the face of what is coming will be enough," Priscilla said."Hello, Steve," Terra winked at him. "The Arena has not forgotten about you.""Do not speak to him!" Emma snapped."I see that you are familiar with the emissary," Priscilla said.Emma did not need to guess. Sh

Emma’s pulse beat like a war drum in her ears, the crushing weight of her mother’s confession still settling in her chest. Everything she thought she knew about her bloodline, her life, her purpose—it had all been carefully, cruelly constructed by Priscilla. And now, the facade had shattered. “I cannot believe you,” Emma said under her breath, pacing the length of the room like a lioness cornered, her hands clenched at her sides. “You believe what suits your emotions,” Priscilla replied, her tone unbothered and eerily composed. “But truth doesn’t bend to feelings, Emma.” Steve stood with his back straight near the entrance, his eyes darting between the two women. His instincts screamed at him—this place was wrong. It reeked of illusion and old magic, secrets buried beneath layers of practiced civility. “You let her grow up in misery,” Steve said, his voice low, steady. “With questions and no answers

The fire roared behind them, a living thing, furious and hungry, consuming the mouth of the valley in its flames. Smoke curled into the night sky, thick and black, painting a twisted tapestry above them as Emma and Steve sprinted into the open air.But they didn’t get far.A sudden blast—a heatwave that tore through the tunnel and burst out like a cannon—hit them mid-stride. Steve grunted as the explosion licked at his back, catching his coat and skin in a vicious flame. Emma turned at the sound, eyes wide.“Steve!”He stumbled but didn’t fall. His shirt had charred along the edges, and angry red burns traced down his arms and neck. Emma skidded to a halt, heart hammering as she looked over him.But Steve stood tall, his breath ragged but steady. And already, before her eyes, the worst of the wounds began to fade. Blisters vanished. Skin knitted itself. His healing factor was doing its job, even if it left him weakened and sore.“I’m sorry,” she whispered, guilt thick in her throat. “

Emma and Steve were no longer just running—they were sprinting at full speed, a blur of fur and muscle streaking through the thinning woods. Their powerful limbs pounded the damp soil beneath them, paws leaving deep impressions as the winds of the outskirts howled past. The only sound besides the rush of wind was the rhythm of their breathing and the steady thud of their paws.Steve was trying to connect through the mind link. Marcus, he called out mentally, pushing against the limits of his power. Marcus, if you can hear me... we need help. We're coming from Moon Valley...It was a long shot. Sterling Creek was thousands of miles away, but Steve kept trying, pushing his Alpha aura through the invisible tether that connected him to his pack. His thoughts were laced with urgency, but he kept his pace beside Emma, whose form was tense and coiled like a spring.Emma knew the banished werewolves were gone.She could still hear Nyla's calm, resolute voice in her mind. She could see their e

The Berserker turned its glowing red eyes on Emma. The savage beast, nearly a ton of snarling fury, had finished decimating Terra’s creatures. Now, its hunger locked onto her. Emma’s breath hitched in her throat as the creature snarled, its thick hide steaming from exertion, its jaws soaked in blood. It had taken down every abomination around them—and now she stood as the only living target.She had seen Steve’s Berserker form once before in a vision, but facing it in reality was entirely different. The thing was a monster, tall enough to scrape the low-hanging branches above, thick hide like charred iron, fur bristling like razors. Its claws gleamed with gore. Emma knew her acupuncture needles were useless against it. They would barely penetrate that hide, let alone stop it.Her wolf instincts screamed at her to run, but her human heart knew better. Steve was still in there—somewhere. The man she trusted. The Alpha she loved. Emma took a hesitant step backward, calling softly, desper