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Elara’s POVI roamed through the college campus, my boots dragging on the cobblestone walkways, my mind weighing down on me much more heavily than the backpack strapped across my back. The fall weather was dry with the smell of fallen leaves. Memories of my former life tore at me—my parents’ deaths, the chill of their coffins, the whisper of liquid silver that had stolen them three days after my eighteenth birthday. I’d been reborn to rewrite that destiny, to save them. Dad's shooting, the venom in his veins, was a warning  of history that had returned to where it started. I squeezed my notebook more tightly, the pages full of leads that went nowhere.Jasmine’s dismissal at the café had hurt, and their refusal to help was a sign that I was on my own in this. I had put too much hope into that, in the slim chance that she knew something about her father and his involvement with the Silver Crescent Casino. Now, with no new leads and Dad still weak in the hospital, I felt I was being swall

Damien’s POV~I was standing in my office at the university, papers were scattered across the desk—pack reports for the Bloodhound similarly detailing their movements, and a map that detailed news of their most recent movements. I’d been reading for hours, and my eyes were burning, and yet I couldn’t stop. I pushed the reports to the side and leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes. Elara’s face followed me when she’d told me, I don’t trust you, it had cut deeper than I was willing to admit. In my past life, I’d betrayed her, a bullet from me having taken her and our unborn child from this world. This second chance was my redemption, but it felt like every inch closer to her was like stepping on glass. She didn’t understand my history, didn’t experience the mate bond that still scorched in my chest, but I had vowed to protect her, even if she despised me for it.A text from Caspian fluttered to my phone: Bloodhound scouts seen by the casino. Stay sharp. I cursed under my breath. Th

Elara’s POVI sat cross-legged on my dorm bed, the dim light of my desk lamp throwing crooked shadows about the room. I sat, my heart pounding, staring at the forged document I’d discovered hidden in my desk drawer—an email chain, stiff and slick and official looking, naming me as the one who’d leaked the Vellex Pack’s secrets to the Crimson Fang, trouble making Pack had that had spent years trying to destroy mine. My vision blurred as panic clawed at my chest. Elara Blackwood, intel transfer, patrol routes. Who’d planted this? I threw it underneath my mattress, my hands shaking. What Damien found last night—a hidden camera trained on my desk, still haunted me. Someone was watching and plotting, and I was the target.I leaned against the wall, my mouth gasping for breath. The camera had unnerved me, but Damien’s appearance outside my window, his wolf with his senses keen with urgency, ha

Jasmine’s POV I was in my dorm hunched over my laptop. I had copied the USB drive’s contents, and now they displayed the secrets across my screen — decrypted files describing Dad’s transactions with a group called “Silver Veil.” The name made me shudder, cold and hard. There were dates, numbers, and coded references to “liquid assets” — there was a dreadful feeling that screamed in my head. Elara’s café plea about liquid silver, her parents’ deaths in her dream, and the poison that took them. I felt guilty for dismissing her, for placing my hopes in the belief that Dad was invulnerable. I felt like destiny—or the Moon herself—was toying with me, shoving me toward a decision I was not prepared to make. Was it fated that I should discover this and betray my blood? My phone buzzed, Dad’s name flashing on the screen. I hesitated, then replied, his voice in response was warm but clipped. “Darling Jasmine, come join me for dinner tonight. Seven, at the packhouse. Thank you for taking my pl

Damien’s POV~I squatted in the shadows of a run-down warehouse located behind the casino’s loading docks. The air was filled with the scent of rust and motor oil, but my wolf senses sliced through it. I had been following the movements of Bloodhounds for days, their silence was too deliberate, and they moved with purpose. Julian was scheming, and this place — gray, neglected — was where his secrets slept. My muscles coiled, as I lifted open a wooden crate, its nails groaning beneath the effort. Inside, packed in foam, were vials filled with shimmering liquid. Liquid silver. My blood turned cold, my wolf snarling within me. This was Julian’s pack work. I knew it in my bones.I took out a vial, its weight inexplicably light for the death it contained. Silver was venom to us, a weapon not only of murder but obliteration, eating away both flesh and spirit. Gideon’s shooting flickered through my mind—liquid silver. And now it was here, in Julian’s land, a betrayal so painful that it echoe