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Hazel POVRolland sat on the porch steps like the weight of the world had just dropped on his shoulders. His elbows were on his knees, hands running through his hair over and over again like he could scrub away the memory of Blaine with a heavy pound.I stood behind him, watching the sky shift. The clouds were heavy with unshed rain, and the scent of pine and wet bark hung low in the air. The wind brushed my cheeks, but I stayed still.“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “I know how you feel about him.”My throat tightened. “You don’t.”He looked up, eyes rimmed red, the pain in them making my chest ache. “Hazel. He killed her. Lyra was my mate, my future. I can still hear her voice some nights. Still smell her in my dreams.”I walked toward him, kneeling beside him on the step. My hand found his and held it tight.“I’m not defending what Blaine did,” I said softly. “I couldn’t. And after today, I don’t even know if I should hate him or just feel sorry for what he’s become.

Hazel's POVI didn’t expect to be this broken.Not over her.Eloise laid there in that hospital bed, her eyes unfocused, her breathing shallow like a flickering candle in the wind. Tubes ran into her arms, machines beeped steadily in the background, but none of it made her look alive. She looked small. Hollow. And so very far away from the girl I used to fight with over bathroom mirrors and borrowed clothes.Her fingers were cold in mine. Too cold.“Eloise,” I whispered, brushing hair away from her damp forehead. “Can you hear me?”No response.Just a faint tremble in her jaw and her lips parting slightly like she was about to speak–but no words came. Only that wheezing sound. That terrifying, fragile sound.Roland stood behind me, frowning as he reached for her pulse. His brows furrowed. “It’s dropping.”“What does that mean?” My voice cracked. I hadn’t realized how tightly I was clutching her hand until Roland gently pried it from mine.“She’s going into shock.”“No, no, no—she was

Hazel POVThe sun was just beginning to set when Alpha Harris and Luna Astra returned back to the mansion. Their faces were lit with a rare sense of ease, the kind that comes after a battle has been paused, even if not yet won. At least an alliance has been made.“They’ve agreed,” Alpha Harris said, stepping out of the car with purpose. “ Hazel, your father and I have formed a pact again. No more delays. No more distrust.”I nodded, though the ache in my chest hadn't eased since this morning. Roland hovered by the porch, arms folded across his chest, unreadable.“The rogues won’t stand a chance now,” Harris added, his voice lower but laced with resolve. “We’ll hit their borders at sunrise in two days. Coordinated attacks, no more scattered efforts. The warriors will be briefed by nightfall.”I should’ve felt relieved. I should’ve felt something more than this strange stillness swallowing me whole.“That’s good,” I whispered. “Really good.”Rolland stepped forward, reaching for my han

Hazel POVThe pain came like a wave crashing through me—sharp, sudden, and impossible to ignore. My knees buckled on the hospital floor, and I barely caught myself against the wall before I cried out.“Hazel!” Roland’s voice was tight with panic. He was at my side in seconds, arms steadying me, but I couldn’t even speak. Another contraction tore through me, dragging a sob from my throat.“It’s too soon,” I gasped. “They’re not supposed to be here yet.”“I know, I know,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around my shoulders as he flagged down a nurse. “But you’re strong. You’ve got this, Hazel.”I couldn’t even focus. My mind was still tangled in grief. Eloise was gone. Just hours ago, I was holding her hand as her life slipped away, feeling the loss settle into my bones like frost. And now—Now my children were coming.I wasn’t ready.But they didn’t care. Life never waited for anyone.The nurses wheeled me into a room, asking questions I couldn’t answer. The lights above me blurred into

Hazel's POVPeace is a crying baby at 3 a.m., a bottle knocked to the floor, and a mate mumbling half-asleep curses as he searches under the crib. Peace is the smell of formula and burnt toast and Roland singing lullabies off-key in the kitchen while Elias tries to mimic his howl. Emery prefers silence, always watching, always tucked against my chest like the world might take him if he blinks too long.Our new life isn’t perfect. But it’s real.The day after the wedding, we moved into the old Alpha’s cabin. It still smelled faintly like cedar and blood, but Roland made me promise we’d fill it with new memories. We repainted the walls, replaced broken furniture, and built cribs side by side in what used to be a weapons room.Funny, isn’t it? That the place built for war is now where our children sleep.Roland has this laugh—low and rumbly like thunder on the edge of a storm. I hear it more now, especially when Elias tries to shift early and ends up stuck halfway, all fur and tantrums.