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Zahra's POV“We’re running the ten-kilometre orange track today,” Thompson calls out. I have no idea what that is, but if it’s anything like the trails at Night Howlers, it’ll be clearly marked with orange paint at intervals.“Keep up,” he says, stepping into position.Then, without warning, he takes off—no countdown, no signal, just gone. I’m ready for it, though, and he doesn’t catch me off guard. I fall into step beside him easily. He’s setting a quick pace, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. Honestly, I’d go a bit faster for a 10km at the academy, so this feels comfortable.Despite his much longer stride, I match his rhythm without effort, controlling my breathing. The pounding of feet behind us settles into perfect sync, the sound oddly therapeutic.Running through the thick forests of the royal territory feels incredible—the air heavy with pine and damp earth, the light breaking through the canopy in golden shards. But it’s not just the forest that hits me. It’s the feeling in my

Zahra's POVThis afternoon we’re working in our groups again, focusing on trying to meld with our wolves. Those of us who can already do a combined physical shift are split into two smaller groups of twelve and taken outside onto the training field.We’re seated in two circles within sight of each other. It’s warm, but the breeze off the lake is cool and refreshing, and it feels good to be outside in nature for once.Our group is working with Commander Henderson, while Commander Pearson takes the other.“Right,” Henderson begins, “now that you can merge consistently with your wolf, we’re going to start mind melding as well. This is trickier, as we all have mental shields in place, even against our own wolves. Being outside in nature will help relax you a little more and facilitate this deeper meditation.“I want you all to close your eyes, lie down if you wish, and focus on your wolf. Call them forward. You’re looking for the barrier between you to drop. You’ll know when it does. Once

Max's POVEverything settles. Every cell in my body that has been screaming for a week just quiets. Like she reached into my chest and switched off the pain. I feel at peace. Actually, at peace. The rush of happiness nearly knocks me over, and faint sparks tingle across every patch of exposed skin. The sensation is so euphoric it is almost dizzying.Mate.I inhale her beautiful scent. She has been training at some point today. Her scent is stronger, richer, and it is intoxicating as fuck.“Hey,” she says quietly as I set her down.“Hey,” I manage, even though there is so much more I want to say. Not with everyone crowded around us. Not with my heart feeling like it is about to burst out of my chest.Lincoln appears beside me out of nowhere. “Zahra, it is wonderful to see you.” His tone makes Medus sit bolt upright, eyes fixed on Lincoln, but he does not pull her into a hug. He just stands there smiling at her.She leans in and her cheek to his on each side. “It’s lovely to see you aga

Tobias's POVMy forehead is cool where it has been resting against the glass for over an hour, the thrum of the engine and the vibrations of the road nudging my skull every now and then.I am tired. Properly tired. My eyes feel heavy, gritty, but every time I close them my mind drags up images of Zahra bruised and broken in the arms of another man, and it drives Thor insane. He has already nearly ripped the throat out of three people, and he threw Alistair across a room last night. That was when I left.My plane touched down just over an hour ago. The car came to collect me straight from the runway. I cannot wait to get home, to see the castle, and to speak to my dad. I need his help with Thor. Since we landed, he has settled a little. Maybe it is being back in our own kingdom at last. He is still a mess, but the edge has dulled.Daemon and Alistair stayed behind, but we are all due to attend a ball at the fae palace next week. They will meet me at the castle and we will all travel to

Tobias's POVThat is not an idle threat. Not from him.I pull myself together with supreme effort.“Yeah, I’ve been making alliances with the vampires and the fae,” I say, taking a slow pull from my beer.Brant’s eyebrows shoot up. Lincoln’s do too as he turns, drawn in by the words.“Really?” Brant says, sounding genuinely shocked. “The vampires?”I nod. “Really. We used to have much stronger relationships with the other supernatural’s. My father and I would like that to return. Better relationships mean better trade, better travel between kingdoms, and more protection for us all.”Out of the corner of my eye I see Xander’s forehead crease. He heard the nuance in that sentence. But he does not say anything.Before I can elaborate, Max appears from around the line of trees.“Tobias!” he calls, his face lighting up when he sees me. I cannot help but smile. I have missed Max. His quiet manner, his humour, the way he, Lincoln, and I bonded when he first arrived at AC.He clasps my forear