VIMON’S POVThe scent of blood clung to the walls like a second skin.Even after the chaos had quieted, and Wally had been dragged away in chains, Vimon’s heart refused to calm. Something still buzzed in the air something ancient, angry, and unfinished.She stood silently just outside the Alpha’s chambers, her eyes scanning the shattered marble floor, the blood-streaked tapestry, the remnants of violence that no cleansing spell could erase. Aegon sat hunched near the hearth, his arm bandaged, his face grim. Ingrid was beside him, shaken but strong, the bat still clutched in her fingers as though she didn’t trust anyone else to finish the job if Wally rose again.Kane had taken the guards aside for debriefing.But Vimon?She was still listening to the shadows.And the shadows were whispering back.Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, unsettled. Not by fear but by recognition.That weapon Wally wielded… it wasn’t just powered by the sacred jewel.It called to something older than their ki
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