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Luka helped me explain the dream of the white wolf I have had my whole life. Joel wonders if my father's passing unlocked my scent. They all figured some sort of magic was used to hide what I was. “Magic is a real thing too? How?” I asked. “So witches exist. Not in the way books and movies portray them but they do. They typically avoid conflicts between shifters and vampires. This changes if humans or the balance are affected,” Luka explained. “Why would someone need to hide what I was? What makes the white wolf so dangerous?” I asked. “You’re not just rare, Danni. You’re the kind of power that resets the board. Wolves will follow you. Enemies will hunt you. And the laws that protect everyone else? They don’t fully apply to you. You’re not part of the system… You’re what breaks it, if you choose too.” Joel explained. “White wolves are the first. They are the pure, they are not restricted to the things we are. Regardless of rank.” Luka added. “Rank?” I asked “Yes, shifters h

What the—Was that…?“Oh my god—Mom?”My heart hammered against my ribs, a painful drumbeat. Through the tangled, shadowy trees, a flicker of movement caught my eye, just at the edge of the deck's warm, yellow glow. Or perhaps it was just a trick of the light, a phantom glimpsed in the deepening dusk.A figure stood between the tree trunks. It was pale in the moonlight. The figure was slight. It looked familiar. Her hair. It looked just like hers. It was the same length. It fell over her shoulders in the same way.“Mom?” My voice cracked as I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the protest in my ribs.She swayed, her body fragile against an unseen wind. It wasn't a graceful dance, but a desperate struggle for balance, as if her very bones had lost their will to support her. Each tilt and dip of her frame spoke of an internal battle, a silent testament to a pain that had rendered her unsteady on her feet. It was the kind of sway that hinted at bruises unseen, at muscles strained to thei

DANNI’S POVThe cold stone remained indifferent to my fear, for it was merely stone. I pressed my fingers into the floor, seeking a tangible anchor amidst the disarray of my reality. The air itself felt tainted, stale and metallic, hinting at a prolonged and unsettling presence. Though I couldn't explain how, I knew acutely that I was no longer in the forest near Luka's place. I swallowed hard. Think. Panicking won't help. My wolf pressed faintly at the edges of my mind, like claws scraping behind glass.She was Blocked. Slightly Muted. But not gone.Good.That meant I wasn’t alone… just caged. I could figured out caged. I couldn’t let my fear and panic swallow me, it would do me no good.Footsteps echoed. Slow but Measured. I didn’t look up right away. I wouldn’t give him that.“You’re adjusting quickly,” that same smooth voice said.I forced myself to meet his gaze anyway. “You kidnapped the wrong girl.”A flicker of amusement. “On the contrary… we were very specific.”I pushed mys

DANNI’S POVThe chains hit the ground with a metallic scream. For a heartbeat, everything went still. Then—The room lunged. Vampires rushed from every side, fast enough to blur—but not fast enough.Not anymore.I saw them.Every movement carved in sharp clarity. Every attack telegraphed. My body moved before thought could catch up. I Duck. I Twist. I Strike.My hand snapped out, catching one by the wrist mid-lunge. I didn’t know how I knew what to do—I just did. I turned with the motion, using his momentum against him—and slammed him into the stone hard enough to crack it. Shock flickered across his face.Mine too, honestly. No time to dwell. Another came from behind—I spun, instincts screaming—I used my Claws. Not fully But close.My nails tore across his chest, ripping fabric, skin—He hissed, stumbling back.Holy—Focus.The white wolf surged through me, not taking over—guiding.Left. Left again and then down. I dropped low just as something whistled over my head.Now.I drove forwa

The night air hit like cold water, sharp and real, but it didn’t slow Luka down. He had me in his arms before I fully understood we were outside, his grip unyielding, like if he loosened it even an inch I might disappear again.“Move!” Joel barked behind us. When did he get here?Branches snapped underfoot. Someone cursed. The scent of smoke and blood clung to everything, thick enough to taste. I tried to lift my head, to see where we were going, but the world tilted the second I moved.“Easy,” Luka murmured, his voice low, tight. Not calm. Never calm. “I’ve got you.”That shouldn’t have steadied me as much as it did.But it did.I let my head fall against his chest, listening to the wild, uneven rhythm of his heart. It wasn’t just fast. It was angry. Like something inside him was still fighting even though the battle was over.Except it wasn’t over. Not really. Not for us.We didn’t stop until the trees swallowed us whole.Only then did Luka slow.“Here,” Mary said, already moving, h