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At Blackwood’s Academy dormitory, chaos had a smell, a smoke smell crawling down the throat like it wanted to choke the life out of everyone inside.“Fire! Fire!” someone roared from the east wing, voice cracking like a snapped bone.The hallway erupted.Doors slammed open. Bare feet pounded against wooden floors. Growls overlapped screams. Werewolves hated extremes…too much heat scorched their senses raw, too much cold stiffened their blood. They thrived in balance, in that cool silver wash of moonlight and temperate wind.This?This was hell.Flames clawed up the walls of Mira’s dorm room like living things, orange tongues licking at the ceiling. Smoke billowed out in thick waves, curling like it had intent.“Move!” an upperclassman barked, shoving two young ones out of the way.A group of air-born wolves stormed forward, their irises flashing pale blue as they inhaled sharply and then exhaled.A violent gust.Wind slammed into the flames. Curtains whipped sideways. Papers exploded

Grey grabbed his bag mid-lecture, the chair legs screeching violently against the floor as he stood.Professor Halvern paused mid-sentence. “Mr. Grey, another class would hold very soon.”“Emergency,” Grey muttered without even looking back.The classroom buzzed immediately but he didn’t fucking care.He needed to see Scarlet because the more he looked at the faces around him, the more they blurred into something unnatural. Everything is fucking creepy.He stormed down the hallway, heart pounding hard enough to shake his ribs. His thoughts were a mess…Ethan collapsing, guardians appearing like demons summoned from thin air, Scarlet absence, probably whispering with the Lycan behind closed doors.He didn’t trust anyone anymore.He stepped outside into the courtyard and the cold wind slapped him across the face.His butler was already waiting beside his sleek black vehicle, posture rigid, expression unreadable as always.“Sir, ” the man greeted calmly.Grey didn’t respond. He just yank

The Gamma didn’t flinch. “I think whoever took her is smart.”The Lycan’s gaze snapped toward her so violently the air shifted. It wasn’t just a look… it was pressure. Dominance that pressed against the lungs and made breathing feel like a privilege.The Gamma swallowed. She hadn’t meant to sound like she was praising the enemy.His silver eyes darkened to something nearly black. “Smart?” he repeated, voice deceptively calm.She instantly looked away, shoulders tightening. “I meant… calculated and srategic.”The Lycan stepped closer. Each footstep echoed through the hall like a death sentence being signed.“Smart implies superiority,” he said quietly. “And no one is superior to me.”The temperature dropped. He turned toward the assembled wolves, his warriors, trackers, enforcers…all standing rigid, waiting.“No one is sleeping,” he said coldly. “No one is eating. No one is resting until we find my little princess.”The words were soft but the threat inside them wasn’t.Every wolf in t

The possessed body tilted its head at an unnatural angle, bones cracking like dry twigs snapping under boots. “Smart wolf,” it said, voice layered like wind scraping through a graveyard. “He understands survival.”It was mocking Grey. Mocking the way he’d bolted like a frightened bitch the second things turned real.Alpha Ronan didn’t move an inch. The night air pressed against his lungs, reeking of blood and old magic. The spiritualist’s corpse…no, not corpse, vessel stood before him, eyes drowned in black, skin stretched too tight over bones like something wearing flesh that didn’t belong to it.Running would change nothing. Scarlet was still out there in pains.If he had to die clawing at whatever the fuck this was, then so be it.The possessed woman smirked, lips curling in a way no human mouth should. “Alpha Ronan,” it purred, dragging his name across its tongue. “This is not your business. I suggest you mind your fucking business and don’t poke your nose into what’s mine.Alpha

“Take your hands off me.”Alpha Ronan’s voice cracked through the underground chamber like a whip. His claws were still half-extended, chest heaving from adrenaline and rage.The Lycan didn’t release him.Instead, his grip tightened on the back of Ronan’s collar, fingers digging into muscle like he was restraining a rabid beast.“You don’t really want me to do what I want to do,” the Lycan said lowly, silver eyes gleaming in the dim, corpse-lit chamber. His voice dropped into something dangerous, almost feral. “The only reason I’m working with you is because you’re helping me find Scarlet. Don’t mistake cooperation for friendship.”Ronan’s lips curled.“I’m only using your powers to find Scarlet,” he shot back, voice dripping with venom. “I don’t give a bloody fuck about what you do after.”The air between them crackled. They were to predators. Two kings in different hierarchy. Alpha Ronan unwilling to kneel to the Lycan. Ronan shoved the Lycan’s hand off him with force. “Let’s get o