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RafeI jolted awake like I’d been shoved into my own body, clutching my temple with a groan. My skull throbbed in sick, pounding waves, my vision stuttering between light and shadow. My mouth was dry, my tongue like ash, my lungs dragging in air that tasted of smoke and herbs. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was—only that there were voices, movement, the shuffle of feet, the rustle of fabric.“Alpha’s awake!” someone called, urgent.“Get Cassian. Hurry.”Hands touched me—too many, too fast. Fingers cool on my wrist, pressing against my pulse. Palms at my forehead. Someone pried at my eyelids, muttering about his pupils. The scent of herbs clung thick to the air, damp clothes shifting over my skin.“He’s burning up.”“Bring more water.”“Careful, careful, don’t push him—”I tried to shove them off, but my arm was leaden, the muscles trembling as if I hadn’t used them in weeks. My breath hitched with frustration.Then—“Rafe.”Cassian’s voice cut through the blur. Strong. Grounding.

RafeI woke up with a start, lungs burning as though I’d been drowning. For the first time in what felt like forever, my head was clear. The fog that had clung to me, thick as chains, was gone. I could think. I could breathe. And with that clarity came the sharp sting of reality. Evelyn was still gone.My eyes opened slowly, finding the low light of the infirmary and the muted shuffle of hands preparing tinctures, cloths, bowls.The healers stirred at the edge of the room, whispering to each other. Their expressions shifted from relief to nervous anticipation, as if waiting for an order, waiting to know what kind of Alpha they were getting today.“He’s awake”, someone whispered. “Fetch–”“Stop,” I said flatly, cutting them off. My voice carried more strength than I expected. “No one is to be alerted. Not Cassian. Not anyone. Not yet. I need time to myself.”They bowed quickly, exchanging uneasy looks but obeying. I swung my legs off the bed. My body protested, weak from days of half-c

EvelynSunlight. Soft and golden, spilling across my skin like honey. I stretched into it, eyes fluttering open to warmth I hadn’t felt in… gods, how long?The pack house. I was back in the pack house.The kitchen was alive with sound. Mara’s humming drifted over the clatter of dishes, the familiar tune winding through the air. Talia sat perched on the counter, her legs swinging as Cassian leaned against the opposite wall, smirking at something she said. Their laughter braided together like old threads, comforting, unbreakable.I froze in the doorway, a smile stretching across my face before I even realized it.“Morning, sleepyhead,” Talia teased when she noticed me. “You nearly missed breakfast.”“You mean lunch,” Cassian corrected smoothly, earning a swat from her.“Breakfast, lunch, dinner—it doesn’t matter,” Mara said, her mess

RafeThe Main Hall was overflowing, bodies pressed shoulder to shoulder until the air grew thick with the heat of so many wolves. The hum of voices died the moment I stepped onto the platform, every gaze turning toward me. My people were waiting. No—aching—for answers.I let the silence stretch, long enough for the tension to bind us all together. Then I spoke.“We stand on the edge of something dangerous. You all know it. You’ve felt it in the way the forest quiets at night, the way our enemies circle like vultures. War is coming.”My words echoed through the hall, but they didn’t bring panic. No—my wolves had weathered too much for fear to rule them now. They stiffened their spines, eyes blazing, as if daring me to confirm what they already knew.Before I could continue, a voice rose from the crowd. A boy—one of the youngest from training, his voice trembling but steady enough to cut through the silence.“Alpha,” he said, “forgive me, but… I’ve been hearing whispers. We’ve all been

EvelynFor the first time since they dragged me into this place, my mind felt… clear.The fog that had clung to every thought—every memory—was thinning, burned away by something sharp and real. My pulse was steady. My hands no longer trembled. The drugged haze was gone, and in its absence came something almost worse: awareness.I could feel everything. The ache of my body. The bruises on my wrists. The faint hum of power in the air, like static before a storm.The cell smelled of rust and damp earth. Water dripped from somewhere above, steady and cruel, marking time in droplets. The faint metallic tang of blood hung in the air. The stone floor was hard beneath my bare feet, cold enough to bite. Beyond the bars, the corridor stretched in silence, broken only by distant footsteps and the muted murmur of guards.I heard them sometimes, those guards. Their words carried through the cracks in the walls—sharp, careless whispers.“He’s going to see her again?”“I thought he said he’d never c