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71 (Kathryn’s POV) I found Celia in the kitchen later that afternoon, sleeves rolled up, hair piled high in that perfectly imperfect knot she did when she meant business. She was wrist-deep in dough, flour streaking her forearms like war paint. She didn’t look up right away when I stepped in just kept kneading with steady, ruthless hands. But her voice, when it came, told me she’d known I was there the moment I crossed the threshold. “You look like you’ve been dragged behind a truck, my Luna.” I huffed a laugh and sank onto one of the stools at the island. My knees popped. Everything hurts. “You should see the truck.” That earned me a snort. She finally lifted her head, eyes sharp as ever, catching every scrape and bruise on my face. Her mouth tightened, but she didn’t fuss she knew better. Celia never coddled, never pitied. She simply saw. “Heard Camerin agreed to train you,” she said, turning back to her dough, folding it over itself with a neat twist. “He did.” I propped my

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72 (Kathryn’s POV) The training yard was colder than I expected. Morning mist clung low to the ground, curling around my boots like smoke, and the stones beneath my feet were slick with dew. A row of warriors stood off to the side, sparring in pairs grunts and the sharp crack of contact echoing across the open space. Camerin stood in the center of the yard, arms folded across his broad chest, expression unreadable. I walked toward him slowly, feeling the weight of every eye that tracked my movements. The moment had finally arrived, no more borrowed time, no more protective bubble. Camerin nodded as I stopped in front of him. “Luna.” “Camerin.” I wasn’t going to call him sir. Not today. Tyler leaned against the fence near the edge of the yard, Goliath pacing just beneath his golden eyes. I could feel his gaze on me like the warm, intense, watchful sun. “You ready to get knocked on your ass?” Camerin asked, finally cracking a small smirk. “Just make sure you hit hard enough to m

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73 (Kathryn’s POV) My hands were still sore when I stepped into our room later that afternoon. The training blade had raised a few blisters, and Camerin had left me with a bruised rib and a parting shot of “Rest, Luna. You’re no good to anyone if you break before the fight begins.” Tyler was already there. He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, running a whetstone along a long dagger. His focus was absolute, but I felt him register my presence the second I crossed the threshold. He didn’t look up right away. “You came back in one piece.” “Barely.” I peeled off my hoodie and dropped onto the armchair across from him. “Camerin fights like a freight train with teeth.” “He goes easy on you.” I scoffed. “I think he tried to fold me in half twice today.” Tyler finally looked up. His eyes softened a little when he saw the sweat still dampening my neck, the flush still clinging to my cheeks. “You’re holding yourself different.” I blinked. “What do you mean?” He set the

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74 (Kathryn’s POV) The hallway leading to the cells beneath the packhouse was cold. Colder than I expected, not in temperature, but in energy. The deeper we descended, the more it felt like the weight of old shadows pressed against my skin. Tyler walked ahead of me, silent and focused. Two warriors flanked us both in partial shift, claws ready, eyes glowing faintly gold. They didn’t speak, but I felt the tension rolling off them in waves. Camerin waited at the cell block entrance, arms crossed. “He’s stable,” he said as he unlocked the gate. “But barely. Looks like he tried to fight more than just us before we got to him. Whatever Jaxson’s doing to his wolves… it’s not training. It’s torture.” I swallowed hard and nodded. “I won’t go in. Just look.” The cell was dimly lit, and the scent hit me first blood, sweat, and something burnt. Like singed fur.The rogue sat slumped in the corner, his breathing ragged. One eye was swollen shut, and there were angry, mottled bruises down his

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75 (Kathryn’s POV) They brought Leo into the lower war room, the one without windows, where even sound didn’t travel unless allowed. I watched from behind the two-way glass, heart tight in my chest. He looked so young. His wrists were bound, not cruelly, but firmly. His clothes were torn and scorched. His mouth was cracked and healing where he’d bitten through his own lip. But it was his eyes that hit hardest. They were wide not with fear, but with a kind of hollow obedience. Like someone had scooped the fire out of him and left just enough to walk and speak. “Is he under compulsion?” I asked. Camerin stood beside me. “Not anymore. It broke the second he crossed the border. He’s lucid. But fractured.” “What did Jaxson do to him?” Camerin didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Leo sat motionless in the center of the room, unflinching when Micah entered. The door clicked shut behind him. “Leo,” Micah said, voice low and even. “Do you know where you are?” A pause. Then a hoarse whispe

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76 (Kathryn’s POV) Tyler didn’t return until well after midnight. I was still awake, curled in the window seat in our bedroom, watching the woods for any sign of him. When he walked in, he smelled like smoke and death. I rose to meet him. “You found something.” He nodded. “Jaxson’s not just regrouping. He’s already set the board.” My throat tightened. “Did he leave a message?” He stepped closer, cupping my face in his hands. “Only one.” He leaned down and kissed me—fierce, burning. When he finally pulled back, he whispered, “We see your Luna.” I didn’t flinch. I met his eyes with calm steel. “Then he’d better be ready. Because your Luna sees him, too.” I walked over and quietly shut the door. When I turned around, Tyler was already peeling off his shirt. I winced at the sight of his wounds. He paced the edge of the bed, shirtless, his skin streaked with fresh gashes and half-healed bruises. His fists clenched and unclenched, his jaw tight with unspoken rage. Though the retali

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77 (Kathryn’s POV) The trees changed as we crossed into Carson’s territory denser, darker, as if even the forest knew something had gone wrong. The drive was silent, except for the hum of tires on the road and the occasional crackle of the radio. Tyler hadn’t said much since we left. He didn’t need to. The storm was already brewing in both of us. Jake drove fast, but not recklessly. The kind of speed that said Alpha orders, no delays. My fingers twisted in my lap as we pulled through the gates of Alpha Carson’s packhouse. Warriors met us immediately, ushering us toward the main building where Carson stood waiting, dressed not like an Alpha today, but a man who’d been running damage control for hours. He didn’t waste time. “Tyler, Kate come with me. I’ll explain on the way.” We followed him down the hall, past curious eyes and solemn nods. The place was buzzing, but with a kind of grim efficiency. No chaos. Just quiet, hard purpose. “Scott was found this morning on the west highw

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78 (Kathryn’s POV) I found them in Carson’s war room, an actual war room. A long table with maps, digital screens showing movement reports, and ranked wolves stationed around the perimeter, all watching closely as Tyler and Carson leaned over a marked-up map of the bordering territories. They both looked up when I walked in. Tyler’s eyes found mine instantly. He didn’t smile, but something in his shoulders eased. He stepped around the table to meet me halfway, stopping just short of touching me. “How’s Scott?” “Alive,” I said. “But just barely.” Tyler nodded. “I’m sorry.” Carson cleared his throat gently. “He was lucky. One of our patrols happened to be sweeping that part of the road. The truck was upside down, crushed. If they’d been five minutes later…” “I know,” I cut in, my voice steadier than I felt. “Thank you, Alpha. For getting him out.” Carson’s gaze sharpened, assessing me differently than before. I wasn’t the shaky human mate in the corner anymore. I felt it, too. S

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79 (Tyler’s POV) The knock came just after sunrise. It was too precise three short raps, evenly spaced. Not urgent like a warrior reporting for duty. Not casual like a servant. I was already on my feet when the door creaked open and Carson stepped in, holding a sealed envelope between two fingers like it might bite him. “You have a problem,” he said flatly. “Or maybe we both do.” Kate sat up behind me, wrapping the sheets around herself. “What is it?” Carson walked to the desk and dropped the envelope there. It was black. The wax seal is blood red. Jaxson’s pack symbol, warped and jagged, stamped into it like a scar. “No one saw who delivered it,” Carson said. “It was left on my office desk. No scent. No sound. Like it just appeared out of thin air.” I already hated it. I broke the seal. Inside was a single piece of thick paper, the ink so dark it looked like it had bled from the page itself. You brought her into this world. You marked her as yours. You made her a target. S

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80 (Kathryn’s POV) The training field was quiet now, the sun beginning to sink behind the trees in hues of amber and violet. I sat on the edge of the platform, my staff resting across my knees. Every inch of me ached, but it was a satisfying ache, the kind that meant progress, not punishment. Celia approached with two bottles of water and a soft smile. She tossed one to me before sitting down beside me, her long skirt pooling around her legs. “You looked like hell,” she said casually, bumping her shoulder against mine. I snorted. “That good, huh?” She gave a soft laugh. “No, I mean it. You looked like hell and you didn’t back down. Not once.” I cracked the bottle open and drank. The cool water helped, but my hands still trembled slightly from the effort. “I’m trying to earn my place. Not just be Tyler’s mate. Not just be… protected.” “You’ve already earned it,” Celia said, her tone quiet but fierce. “What are you doing now? That’s not about proving anything. It’s about preparin

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