Night of Change (Vera's POV)“No!” I screamed, my eyes snapping open, heart pounding, expecting the rogue lair’s flames and Grandpa Gideon’s fading mind-link. Instead, Lana’s face hovered before me, her amber eyes wide with feigned concern, her hair braided like six years ago, before her betrayals. My wolf stirred, its growl wary as I scanned the bar—human chatter, stale beer, and rogue scents lingering. Neon lights pulsed across the dance floor. My body stiffened—this was the bar Lana took me to the night before my eighteenth birthday, claiming to celebrate my pack initiation. I glanced at my hands, expecting scars from silver chains. They were smooth, delicate. My breath hitched, the moon’s pull whispering in my blood. I’d been reborn, thrust back to where the tragedies began.Lana pushed a glass of lemon water toward me, her voice sweet. “Vera, you look pale. Drink this, it’ll help.” I stared at the glass. My wolf snarled, a chill gripping me. Six years ago, I trusted her, drin
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