All Chapters of Claimed by the silverfang alphas : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

BETRAYAL WITHIN~MATHIAS'S POV~I tried to move, tried to reach Tate. But my body wouldn't respond. Whatever Heriberto had hit us with, it had broken something whole. Beside me, Daxon was equally helpless. We could only watch as the warlock prepared to kill our mate."Silas," I managed to gasp through the Pack link. "Help her. Someone help her.""We're trying, Alpha," Silas's voice came back, strained. "But there's a problem. Someone's sabotaging us from the inside. Our magic users can't access their power. The wards are failing. It's like something's blocking our connection to the Pack's energy.""Who?" Daxon snarled, the sound barely more than a rasp."We don't know yet. But they're close to the central ley line convergence. Whoever it is has access to Pack magic at its source."A traitor. Even now, with everything falling apart, someone was working against us."Find them," I commanded. "Now. Before they get us all killed."Through the bond, I felt Tate's terror spike. Heriberto was

AWAKENING ~TATE'S POV~Waking up felt like clawing my way out of a grave.I felt a strong pain all over my body, like I was on fire. Then it got really quiet, the kind of quiet you notice after something bad happens.I tried to move. Big mistake."Easy." Mathias's voice cut through the fog, his hand on my shoulder before I could even process he was there. "Don't. You have been out for three days."Three days.The words kept ringing in my head, and I felt scared. I pushed my eyes open, squinting at the bright light that hurt."Three...what happened? Where...""Water first. Questions later." Mathias brought a cup to my lips, his hand steady even though I could feel him shaking through the bond.He had been terrified. Sitting here for three days, waiting for me to wake up or.....I did not let myself finish that thought.The water was cold and perfect, comforting my sandpaper throat. I drank greedily, then finally looked around. White walls. Clean smell. Medical equipment beeping softly

COUNCIL DECISION~TATE'S POV~Later that day, an emergency council meeting was called, and the Council chamber was packed due to Heriberto. Every major Alpha from the allied Packs had arrived for the emergency summit. Dozens of witches filled the viewing stands. Even some Hunter representatives were present, including Gregory's replacement on the Council.I sat at the front table between Mathias and Daxon, trying not to show how nervous I felt. This was their world, and their politics. I was still learning how to blend in with it.Marcus Sr. opened the session by presenting the problem. "We have Heriberto contained for now. But our options are limited. Execution, permanent imprisonment, or exile. Each has significant drawbacks."Alpha Reeves from the Northern Packs stood first. "Execution is the only answer. A warlock that powerful is too dangerous to keep alive.""His coven will retaliate," Vida disagreed from her seat among the witches. "If we execute Heriberto, every witch aligned

STRANGE BEDFELLOWS~TATE'S POV~The Nightshade Pack warriors arrived at dawn. Twenty of them, led by Marcus's Beta, a scarred wolf named Garrett. They wore uninterested expressions, but I could feel the tension spreading out from every Silverfang warrior who watched them enter our territory.These were the wolves who'd attacked us. Who'd killed Pack members. Now they walked through our gates like allies."This is insane," Aaron muttered as he passed me. "We shouldn't trust them.""We don't have to trust them," I said quietly. "We just have to work with them."The joint strategy session took place in the war room. Marcus stood on one side of the table with his Beta and three senior warriors. Mathias, Daxon, Marcus Sr., and I stood on the other side. Vida observed from the corner, her expression carefully calm."Heriberto's main stronghold is here," Marcus said, pointing to a location on the map. "Abandoned monastery in the Cascade Mountains. About thirty witches and warlocks are statio

COVEN RAID - PART TWO~TATE'S POV~We met at a safe house forty miles from the ruined lumber mill. Silverfang and Nightshade warriors worked together, helping each other and sharing food. The freed prisoners were being taken to a safe place for medical care.Marcus sat across from me in the planning room, looking at the papers I got from the mill office. His face was hard to read, but he looked tense."The Seattle place," he said finally. "It's called NeuralSync, a tech startup. They have thirty human workers. It's a cover for what really goes on underneath.""What do they do?" I asked.Marcus showed me the journal. The writing was neat and detailed, done by Heriberto. "They're trying to create hybrids like you through experiments. Fifty years of research."My stomach turned. "That's not possible. You can't just make hybrids.""No. But Heriberto tried for decades." Marcus's voice was cold. "He kidnapped werewolves and forced them to change. None of it worked. The subjects either died