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Fenrak woke long before dawn, staring at the ceiling as the memories of last night pressed against his mind like ghosts refusing to fade. The hunters. Their scent. Their trembling fear in the warehouse as he tore through them. And the one man he deliberately spared—barely alive—because fear was sometimes a sharper message than death.He sat up on the edge of the bed, chest rising and falling steadily, the predator still awake behind his human skin. The wolf in him paced restlessly, wanting to return to the shadows and finish what was left. Fenrak shut his eyes tight for a moment, forcing the instinct down. Not today. Tonight was the Main Event. Verona’s biggest boxing night. He couldn’t afford even a flicker of a mistake.Just as the tension began to claw its way back up his spine, soft steps approached his room. Rhea pushed the door open, her hair tied up, wearing a cream sweater that made her look warm and soft and annoyingly adorable.“Big day today,” she said, leaning against the

The Bentley roared through the midnight veins of Verona, the engine humming like a beast finally unchained. Fenrak sat in the driver's seat — relaxed, one arm slung over the wheel, the other resting casually on the open window as the humid, wine-scented Italian night spilled inside. His jaw was bruised, lip swollen, knuckles cut… but he wore that damage with pride.He didn’t look like a man who had just fought through four brutal rounds.He looked like a man who owned Verona.In the backseat, Mia and Lena were practically vibrating with excitement, screaming at every street they passed. Rhea — squeezed between them — tried to keep her composure but the jealousy tasted warm in her throat.Every few minutes, Mia would grab Fenrak’s shoulder from behind."Fenrak! Maestro! Sei una leggenda!”And Lena would smack her arm and add,“No seriously, you were insane tonight. That last punch — mamma mia — the crowd went feral!”Fenrak kept his eyes on the road but smirked like a man who already k

The cottage was quiet when they entered—too quiet. Fenrak pushed the door open first, scanning the shadows as if expecting something to leap out. Rhea followed behind him, still shaken from the earlier ambush, from the red-robed leader’s warning echoing through the empty Verona streets.Inside, the faint scent of jasmine candle wax lingered in the air—Mia had lit one last night. Her shoes were neatly arranged by the door. Lena’s sweater was still folded over the armchair. For a moment, Rhea’s chest tightened with guilt.“I should call them,” she whispered.Fenrak locked the door, the wood creaking under the force of his hand.“No,” he said firmly. “Not now. Not for a while.”Rhea frowned. “Why?”Fenrak turned, stepping close enough that she saw the tension in his jaw.“Because I don’t want them dragged into this mess. Hunters don’t care when they hurt. Mia and Lena are just… girls. They don’t deserve this.”Rhea nodded slowly.“Okay. I’ll stay away.”Fenrak’s expression softened. “Goo

The walk back to the cottage felt heavier than the fight itself. Rhea’s steps were slow but steady, her hand brushing against Kael’s every now and then, as if her body was checking to make sure he was real. Fenrak walked ahead, jaw locked, shoulder stiff from the fight but his expression pretending he felt nothing.When they reached the clearing, Rhea’s heart dropped.The cottage—Rhea’s home, looked like a storm had passed through. The door was wide open, one hinge nearly broken. Curtains were ripped down, a chair lay overturned in the dirt, and the window was cracked. Even from outside, she could see furniture flipped, shelves emptied, herbs and books scattered on the floor.But what stopped her cold were the voices inside.Lena.Mia.They were there.“We should call someone! Rhea wouldn’t just disappear—” Mia’s voice cracked.“Maybe they’re hurt, maybe someone broke in—Mia, the place looks like a massacre,” Lena whispered, shaking.Kael, Fenrak, and Rhea exchanged a single look.The

The moment their car crossed into Ashwood territory, the forest seemed… softer than usual. Not welcoming, but not hostile either. The wind whispered through the ancient branches, and Rhea felt a strange warmth settle in her chest. Home, something inside her whispered. Dangerous… but home. Kael slowed the G-Wagon as the tall ironwood trees parted, revealing the hidden valley where the Dravens lived. Torches glowed along the walls, casting a warm amber light in the dusk. Smoke rose from chimneys. Laughter echoed faintly. Rhea inhaled deeply. “I forgot how different it smells here.” Fenrak grinned. “Yeah… like wet dirt, pine, and trauma.” Rhea nudged him. “Please don’t start.” “Come on,” Fenrak smirked. “You miss it.” She didn’t deny it. As the car rolled to a stop near the main hall, the doors swung open and Marek reached out first. His scarred face softened instantly. “ALPHA!” he called out. Kael stepped out, and Marek bent his head in respect before pulling him in