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Damien’s POV~My wolf, inside me, paced, restlessly, clawing underneath my skin. But I stayed frozen by the door, holding Elara’s gaze with my dark eyes. She was seated on the old cot; tattered red clothing to match her tired expression.Our fingers dangled an inch away from each other. And when they met, it was not just a touch but a vow. A silent promise. A mate bond born of blood and fire, of everything we’d endured together. Between us, it burned steadily, bright enough to illuminate even the darkest of nights.Outside the walls, the strong, wild odor of the Alpha—the thing we had created by accident—came in. It was a reminder that the beast still walked in the snowy forests of Vellex. That thing was forged from the blood of Elara, Lyra, and me. And it was hunting.Lyra was asleep, the fresh wound from the Bloodhound scout still bleeding underneath her bandages. It had taken everything out of Jasmine to pull us out of that damned lab, and her body felt numb as a result. But for me…

Jasmine's POV~I was on a thin, worn-out coat, my side wrapped tightly, deep gash from Silver Veil’s madness pulsing with each breath; the pain felt duller now, my body piecing itself back together with its stubborn determination. My sweat-dampened auburn hair was matted with dust, my brown eyes searching the small room, absorbing the fragile peace we’d managed to carve out. Elara was across from me, next to Damien, their sweet glances—her gentle smile, the brief touch of his hand to hers—lending warmth to the cool, shadowy room, their mate bond a murmured strength that trembled within my chest, something shining in the dark. Lyra lay on another cot, her shoulder bound in clean bandages, her hazel eyes wary, but fierce, her fresh injury from the Bloodhound scout an emblem of her selflessness, a specter I felt but could not identify. The Alpha’s prints, fresh and clawed, circled closer and closer to our camp, its feral scent—wild, acrid, primal—lacing through the thin walls, a beast of

Lyra's POV~The Vellex safehouse was a shadowed refuge, wooden walls groaning at the pressure of frigid dawn, the deep night air muggy with the nip of frost and the acrid hint of coppery blood that had stained my flesh, my constant companion to the wars we’d won. I was seated on an ancient, frayed cot, my shoulder bound tight, pulsing pain beating out the rhythm of my encounter with the Bloodhound scout’s knife, but my hazel gaze flitted with the restless light of my own awakened wolf, and its power echoed in perfect harmony with Elara’s, my twin, my heart’s anchor, the sister I’d only just found but would give my life to guard. On the other side of the crowded room, Elara was encircled by Damien’s silent embrace, their lips pressed together and their foreheads touching as they murmured to one another, the soft flame of their mate bond burning just strong enough to give the murky confines of the room a barest ray of light, and the fragile flicker of hope it sparked within my heart as

Roland's POV~His chest rose with a weak, irregular rhythm, sparked again by the healer’s frantic fingers after his heart had stopped, and his gray eyes, half-lidded, clouded with the pain of the silver blade that had nearly taken him from the chaos of our camp stared back at me. The camp wasn’t diminished, a mere shadow of its former strength, the collapse of the ritual labs taking half our number away, fifty wolves went to the fire and the steel of the enemy, their blood bereaving me, a wound that bled my resolve, but Julian’s continued life was my life, a spark that fed my rage and my desperate hope. But the Alpha’s bellows sounded again, raw and guttural, pealing from the frost-bitten forests of Vellex, the stench of it—a wild smell, an essence of blood and earth—nearer, a creature spawned from the blood thrums of Elara and Lyra themselves that would rend my pack asunder. Elara and Damien shared a bond, a strength that wasn’t loud and destructive like the others in the safehouse o

Sabrina’s POV~My breath came in pained gasps, my legs aching as I stumbled from Rosa’s blade, its silver brightness still etched into my thoughts, cold, gray eyes that promised the end for my treachery, the punishment I deserved for defying Silver Veil. My hair was tangled and matted with sweat and blood, a shallow graze down my cheek, something I sustained while escaping, green eyes darting through shadows as I searched for the faint glow of the safehouse where Elara and her pack were staying. The Alpha’s feral reek, wild and biting, a monstrous power, born of Elara and Lyra’s twin blood, hung in the forest; its presence pulsed in my desperation, but Elara and Damien’s bond, the silent strength I’d seen in a scrap of moments near their camp, was my lighthouse, a vision of trust and love I yearned to claim, a redemption for my sins. My history with Silver Veil, my time as “Phase Catalyst,” was a stain of treachery, my betrayal of Caspian—delivering him to Rosa’s machinations—a sin I