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The silence that followed Grayson’s broken nod hung heavy, thick with the kind of tension that only truth could ignite. But truth wasn’t enough.Not for wolves.Not when blood had already been spilled.Cedric rose from his seat, the movement quiet but commanding. His silver hair caught the flickering light, his presence unmistakably Alpha, even here, surrounded by rulers and rivals alike.“I’ll speak to the rogues.”A hush fell over the chamber.He stepped forward, toward the center of the room, his gaze sweeping across every Alpha and Luna in turn.“Most of you know I sent wolves to search for my daughter,” he said. “What you didn’t know was how far I went to keep her hidden. I never intended harm, only her return.”He turned, looking to Silas, then to Celeste. “But intentions don’t erase consequences.”He gestured subtly toward the rogue still kneeling before the Council, wounded, but alive.“This one, and the others captured near the city, will be returned. I’ll send them back to t

GraysonGrayson sat alone in the hollowed-out shell of what had once been his office, once pristine, now in shambles. A cracked photo frame lay face-down on the edge of his desk, the glass fractured, the smiling faces within long forgotten. The blinds had been drawn shut for days, allowing only slivers of light to pierce the gloom, casting fractured shadows across the walls.His fingers trembled slightly as he gripped a glass of whiskey that did little to burn away the ache in his chest.Everything was unraveling.Redstone had once been a proud pack, disciplined and thriving. They had prospered under his leadership, or so he thought. Now, they drifted like leaves in the wind, scattered and without root. Every day, another wolf left. Quietly. No words. Just a vacant room and silence where laughter once lived.He couldn’t blame them.The betrayal Blair had wrought had not only tainted his reputation, it had shattered the foundation of everything he’d built. The moment news spread that s

The snow had begun to fall again, soft flakes drifting down like a quiet reminder that the world kept turning, no matter the chaos it had endured.Silas sat in his office, the glow of the city lights spilling in through the tall windows. The apartment had finally grown quiet, everyone asleep, the last murmurs of the day fading into stillness. Across from him, Cedric held a glass of scotch, the amber liquid catching the light with each thoughtful swirl."You know," Cedric said after a moment, his voice low and warm with memory, "the day Lysandra and I were named King Alpha and Queen Luna, the snow fell just like this. The royal packhouse was bursting at the seams with wolves from every territory. The way the lights caught in her hair, gods, I thought I was the luckiest wolf alive."Silas smiled faintly, the image vivid in his mind.Cedric looked up. "How’s the old royal packhouse holding up?"Silas leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. "Ezren, my beta, has been taking care of it.

The snow grew heavier the farther north they traveled, blanketing the trees and winding roads in white. It had only been a few hours since they left the city, but the silence that followed was one of comfort, not tension. The world outside the windows passed in a blur of white forests, icy rivers, and distant peaks that loomed like sleeping giants. Inside the SUV, the heat was turned up high, the windows slightly fogged, and the scent of coffee and pine from the travel mugs filled the space. Silas was behind the wheel, focused but relaxed, one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting loosely on Celeste’s thigh. Celeste sat in the passenger seat, legs curled slightly beneath her, her gaze following the quiet trails outside. Victoria and Calix were in the backseat, occasionally bumping shoulders or teasing each other as they passed snacks back and forth from a bag wedged between them. "If you eat all the trail mix, you’r

The wind had died down, but the snow still fell, gentle, quiet, like ash drifting from the sky. Most of the pack grounds had gone to sleep, chimneys exhaling lazy smoke trails into the night, the faint golden flicker of firelight dancing behind a few windows. The hush of the storm beyond the wards felt distant, like another world.Celeste stood on the balcony of Silas’s office, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, the only light behind her coming from the crackling fireplace. Her silver hair was pulled loosely to one side, catching the moonlight in a soft, ethereal glow. Snowflakes landed against her bare skin, clinging to her lashes and the edges of her braid, melting slowly like they’d been enchanted not to sting.She closed her eyes.Breathed in the cold, the quiet.She could feel it, the pulse beneath the earth, the tether between her and this place. The roots of ancient magic curled through the stone, wrapped around her bones, whispering of a history that lived in her blood. This was