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Tobias's POVI roll over. My bed is so comfortable. I feel heavy with sleep, so it must still be early. I groan. I really don’t want to wake up. I’m still so tired.Ever since I came round from that poisoning, I’ve felt exhausted. Thor’s off too, and all I want to do is sleep. But we’re in the middle of a clusterfuck politically, and until someone comes forward to claim responsibility for the attack and make some sort of demand, I’m sitting in the middle of a tinderbox with all my new alliances at risk.Dad is fuming. I’ve had to talk him down from making a knee-jerk decision several times since I’ve been back at the pack. Mercifully, Nicholas is doing a good job of it too, and Greyson’s been keeping closer to Dad recently.I don’t know if it’s just that I was hurt, or what, but I’ve never seen Dad like this.My mind starts to whirl back into business mode and I lift my head from my pillow, groaning as my body aches. My mouth is crusty around the edges like I’ve been drooling into the

Max's POVI don’t wait to tell the others anything. I just take off, jogging towards the Task Force centre. Medus is frantic in my mind, itching for me to let him out and run there, but I don’t fancy arriving in the buff. I feel him trying to speak to Zanthe, blocking me out slightly as he does, and I increase my pace.I don’t sprint. I don’t want to cause a panic, or have the guys hot on my heels. Nor do I want to appear frantic. I’m an alpha now, for goddess’ sake. But I’m not about to leave my mate waiting when she needs me.I see her standing by the gate into the garden. Her long blonde hair is tied back, but a few strands are wisping around her head in the breeze.She’s wearing the green uniform of the Task Force, and my eyes lock on the bright green badge sewn into her shoulder.Fuck, is that… no. But I know it is. That’s a rank patch.Which means my beautiful mate is officially Task Force now.I fucking knew it.Pride and worry war in my chest.“Zahra,” I call, desperate for he

Zahra's POVFinally, we reach another door, and Wentworth leads us into a massive cavern. It’s honestly like a huge cave. The walls are so high I can’t see the ceiling.I can’t believe this is all man-made. The size is immense. We must be underground for all this rock to be surrounding us. But it’s vast.The air is cool and smells slightly damp, which only confirms my suspicions.Tables line the space, with food hatches built into the wall. Wentworth indicates the spread that’s been laid out.“Eat. I’ll be back for you in 20 minutes.”Then he leaves us through another door.I drop my bag near a table and bench, and Morgan and I head to the food. There’s a large tureen filled with some sort of stew, and bread rolls.We fill a bowl each, grab some bread and a couple of water bottles, before heading back to our chosen table. Montague and Jameson join us, and to my utter surprise, Samuels does too.I pick up my spoon and start to eat. It’s delicious. Venison, I think, with carrots and pot

Zahra's POVOnce everyone has been scanned and their info input into Wentworth’s tablet, he strides to the front again.“We’re going to warm up with some cardio. I want 5km as fast as you’re individually able. It’s not a race. You’re testing yourself against your own stats. But bear in mind we’re also assessing your recovery time. After that, once recovered, you’re into 100m sprints. You’ll see the 100m track starts over there. I want five lots of sprints.”He points to the left-hand corner of the massive hangar we’re in. The running track around the outside must be close to 2km round. It’s huge.“Line up,” he calls, as he heads over to the track, and now I can see faint starting blocks painted onto the worn track.“Two laps. Go,” he calls, and we’re off.I block out everything else and find my rhythm. This is an easy distance for me, and I know my recovery will be good. I’m used to running the perimeter at the academy at a near sprint, and that’s 20km circumference.I let my body tak

Tobias's POVI stare at my phone. Still nothing.It’s been a fucking week, and there’s still no reply.I thought we’d cleared the air that night. The night I exposed my neck and bared my soul to her. I cried. She cried. She let me hold her. And then she’s just… ghosted me since.The small part of my heart that had started to mend has been cracking open again a little more every day she doesn’t reply. Now it feels like a gaping, flapping wound.I suck in a sharp breath.I can feel Aiden’s eyes on me from his desk across the room. I’m sitting on the sofa in his office, attempting to do some work from my laptop while avoiding the unwanted interruptions that inevitably find me when I’m in my own office. It’s not working. I’ve barely managed anything at all.My productivity levels have been hovering near zero for the last seven days.I scowl and scroll through the messages again.Yep. Still nothing.Daemon and Alistair, along with their entourages, left a few days ago. Heading home for a f