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Point of View: NolanThe tension in the air was thick as smoke. Every wolf present felt the weight of the moment in their bones. Nolan stood before his uncle—the king. The last obstacle between him and the throne.But this wasn't just a power struggle. It was a fight for a new cycle. For justice. For redemption.His uncle's gaze was filled with hatred, wounded pride, and... hope?Nolan narrowed his eyes.There was something strange about that expression. As if the king secretly wished someone would challenge him and defeat him.As if the mask of tyranny was so stuck to his face that he no longer knew who he was without it — and so he wanted it torn off by force.But if that were true... it would be too late.Thunder roared inside him, fangs bared, craving the blood of the one who had ruled the clans with cruelty and fear for decades. The wolf wanted to prove his supremacy. He wanted to show the heavens and the moon that the old king's time was over.Nolan's body burned with pain from

Point of View: MiaFor two days, something inside Mia had been struggling relentlessly.It was as if a whirlwind had formed in her chest and refused to subside. Her body ached in strange places, her sleep was fragmented, and her emotions swung in intense cycles. Prata also seemed restless—more than usual. She paced around inside Mia's mind, snorting and growling softly, as if on the verge of collapse.But every time Mia tried to question her, she was met with silence.Or something worse.A gasping breath, a desperate sniff, as if Prata was searching for something that didn't yet exist.“Prata, what's going on?” Mia asked repeatedly, trying to understand the uneasiness that only grew.Nothing.No answer.Just the weight of anxiety growing inside her like a storm waiting to break.And as if that weren't enough, Elisa had also decided to reappear.In the last few days, Mia had seen her mother's figure appear and disappear among the trees like a ghost. Sometimes she just stood there, at t

Point of View: NolanFor one damn moment, Nolan thought he was going to die.His uncle's claws dug into his neck, his breath faltering, his muscles giving way. He felt life slipping through his fingers, warm blood running down his shoulders. The world spun, and the weight of duty, lineage, loss, everything seemed to collapse at once upon his chest.But that's when something awakened.Or maybe... something exploded.It was like thunder inside his soul.Thunder.The wolf roared with an ancient fury, awakening from the deepest instincts. He wasn't just an extension of Nolan. He was a primal force, an ancient cry that ran through the veins of werewolf royalty. And in that second, Thunder went mad.Because he was being challenged.Because his dominance was threatened.Because they smelled his mate in heat and dared to come near her.Nolan didn't remember exactly how he broke free.He didn't think.He didn't reason.He simply let instinct take control.And when he came to, his uncle's body

Point of View: MiaThe smell of blood spread like smoke through the forest.It was iron, wet earth, and fear.Mixed with the bitter scent of heat that ran down Mia's skin like poison.She was there—surrounded, protected, desired.But inside... she felt empty.The battlefield roared around her.Screams. Bites. Bones breaking.And right in the center, him: Nolan.King among beasts.Leader among warriors.His wolf — Thunder — dominated with an almost divine brutality, as if the moon itself had dug its claws into his soul and made him the flesh of fury.And yet...Even seeing all this...She could only feel weakness.The heat throbbed inside her, pulsing like a second breath, an uncontrolled biological rhythm that made her slow, vulnerable, and worst of all — an easy target.Her body betrayed her.It was torment.She wanted to be by his side.To fight.To howl.To kill.But her body screamed for something else.For touch.For a mark.For relief.She staggered, her eyes trying to focus on

Mia's Point of ViewWhat did she do?Mia's body ached. Her mind ached even more.Elisa had crossed every line this time—and worst of all, Mia had fallen like a fool.Alone. Weak. Vulnerable. A perfect gift for the bastards her mother now called allies.She tried to move, but her muscles wouldn't obey her. Every inch seemed to be shrouded in a suffocating, throbbing heat. She was in heat, and the distance between her and Nolan only made it ten times worse.The heat burned from the inside out, as if her skin were about to crack. But there was one strange detail: the places where the boy's body—the boy who had carried her—touched hers... brought relief. Only a little. But it was noticeable.Was that why she was still conscious?Perhaps.But there wasn't enough relief in the world to erase the hatred boiling inside her.Elisa. The word felt like poison.Her mother—or what had once been her mother—had sold her own daughter.For what? A ritual? An alliance? A hybrid child with the blood of