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Chapter 161

Orion's POVThe moment his hand touched her neck, something inside me broke loose.Not cracked. Not shifted. Broke. Whatever chain had been keeping the worst parts of me locked down snapped clean through, and what came flooding out was a rage so total and so consuming that for a few seconds I couldn't see anything except Konstantin's hand on her skin and the way her body went rigid underneath it.I was already moving before my brain finished processing what was happening. Rowan was beside me, shifted halfway, his claws raking the concrete as he tore across the warehouse floor. Two guards stepped between us and Konstantin, and I went through them like they were made of paper. The first one caught my fist under his jaw and crumpled sideways. The second tried to grab me, and I broke his grip, twisted his arm behind his back, and threw him into the wall hard enough to leave a dent in the concrete.But Konstantin was already gone.He moved through that building like he had rehearsed it a th

Chapter 162

Victoria's POVNobody told me what happened at the building. I had to piece it together from the faces of the men who came back.The guards returned in small groups through the back entrance of the compound, and every single one of them looked like they had been through something that rewired the part of the brain responsible for confidence. Burned clothes. Chemical stains on their skin. Eyes that kept darting toward shadows like they expected something to step out of them. Three of them were carrying injuries that nobody was talking about, and two more didn't come back at all.Konstantin failed. Again. The white wolf escaped his building, freed his prisoners, and walked out alive while half the facility collapsed behind her.I was furious. Not the explosive, room destroying kind of furious that had become my signature lately. This was colder. Quieter. The kind that sits in your chest like a frozen stone and makes everything around you feel smaller than it should be.Every single plan,

Chapter 163

Lyra's POVNobody slept that night.The rescued wolves were given beds in the medical cabin and the guest quarters, and one by one, as their bodies settled and the shock started wearing off, they began talking. I sat in the corner of the medical cabin with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders and listened to every word because I owed them that much even if it destroyed me.A woman with scars running from her collarbone to her wrists described being strapped to a metal table while Konstantin's people drew her blood in quantities that should have killed her. They kept her alive with transfusions from other wolves, just enough to keep her body producing what they needed, for eleven months.A man with burns on his arms explained how they tested the limits of wolf regeneration by applying silver compounds directly to open wounds. They wanted to understand exactly how much damage a supernatural body could absorb before the healing stopped working.The boy with the broken leg told me they ne

Chapter 164

Rowan's POVI couldn't let it go.While everyone else was focused on Lyra's mother and the northern territories and whatever Konstantin was planning next, I went back to the files. Not the maps or the route plans or the defense strategies. The files Silas pulled from the facility. The ones with names and dates and transactions that stretched back over a decade.I locked myself in the intelligence room with three monitors, two stacks of printed documents, and a timeline I started pinning to the wall at midnight. Silas stayed with me because he understood what I was doing without me having to explain it. He knew I wasn't going to rest until every connection in those records had been followed to its source.The first few hours were pattern work. Cross referencing dates of attacks on supernatural communities with financial transfers that moved through Joshua's father's companies. Matching disappearance reports from smaller packs with shipment logs from the transport network. Layering commu

Chapter 165

Lyra's POVWe left for the northern territories the next morning.Three vehicles, packed with supplies, weapons, medical kits, and enough fuel for the entire journey without stopping at public stations. Silas had mapped a route that avoided every major highway and Council checkpoint, cutting through back roads and forest service lanes that didn't appear on commercial GPS systems. We were invisible. Or at least, we were trying to be.The trip took four days.Four days of watching the landscape change outside the windows. Cities became towns, towns became farmland, farmland became forests so thick that the trees pressed against the edges of the road like walls. The air got colder the further north we drove, and by the third day, I could see my breath inside the car when the heater cycled off.I spent most of the journey in my own head. After so many years of believing I had been abandoned, of building an entire identity around the idea that nobody wanted me, I was driving toward a woman

Chapter 166

Victoria's POVI had expected power. Influence. A seat at the table where the real decisions were made, surrounded by people who respected me and feared the family name I carried. That was the deal. That was what my father promised when he told me Konstantin would change everything for us.Instead, all I had was fear.Not the kind that comes and goes. Not the spike of nerves before a confrontation or the tightness in your chest when something unexpected happens. This was something that lived inside me now, permanently, like a second heartbeat that never stopped reminding me how small I was inside these walls. I used to think fear was something other people felt around me. I was Victoria. I made people uncomfortable. I made them nervous. I made them sweat.Now I was the one sweating, and nobody was going to tell me it was okay because nobody in this compound had enough safety to spare.Every meeting felt like walking into a room with a loaded weapon pointed in a direction nobody could p

Chapter 167

Lyra's POVIt was worse than I imagined.From the car, I could see the damage. But walking through it was something else entirely. Every step brought a new detail that made the picture clearer and more horrifying. A cabin with its roof caved inward, the wooden beams snapped like bones. A garden that had been trampled flat by dozens of feet moving in formation. A children's swing set near the edge of the clearing with one chain broken, the seat dangling sideways above a patch of scorched earth.People lived here. Families. Children. An entire community built in secret to survive exactly the kind of violence that had just torn through it.The survivors were scattered across the clearing, moving slowly between the wreckage like people walking through a dream they couldn't wake up from. Some were treating wounds with whatever supplies they had left. Others sat on the ground near destroyed buildings, staring at nothing with the kind of emptiness that told me they hadn't processed what happe

Chapter 168

Silas's POVThe clue in the journal was vague enough to be useless and specific enough to be real. A valley with no name. Mountains tall enough to block the wind. A river fed by hot springs that kept the water warm through winter. It sounded like a fairy tale. But fairy tales don't get written in the margins of a desperate woman's journal unless they mean something.I spent four hours cross referencing the description with every topographical database, geological survey, and territory map I could access. Most of the northern region was well documented by now, but there were pockets that remained blank on every official record. Places where the terrain was too hostile for casual exploration and the packs that once lived there had either disbanded or gone so far underground that even the Council forgot they existed.The geothermal zone I identified earlier was the starting point. From there, I traced river systems that could match the journal's description, eliminating each one based on

Chapter 169

Lyra's POVWe left before the sun came up.Nobody needed to be told. Nobody needed convincing. The anonymous message had rewritten everything overnight, turning a careful search into a desperate sprint, and by the time the first light touched the mountains, all three vehicles were loaded and moving north at a speed that made the back roads feel like they were fighting against us.I sat in the back seat with the journal open on my lap and read while the forest blurred past the windows.An entry from nine years ago described the morning my parents first held me. My mother wrote about my father's hands shaking when the healer placed me in his arms, and how he didn't speak for almost ten minutes because he was too overwhelmed to trust his own voice. She wrote about the way I smelled. Like warmth, she said. Like the inside of a promise.I smiled at that one. Then turned the page and found an entry from three years later, written during a night when she was hiding in a barn somewhere in the

Chapter 170

Victoria's POVI started counting the ways Konstantin could kill me.Not because I wanted to. Because my brain wouldn't stop running the numbers every time I saw him walk through a room. The way his fingers lingered on surfaces like he was measuring the distance between his hand and the nearest throat. The way his eyes settled on people for one beat too long before moving on. The way conversations died the moment he appeared, replaced by a silence so complete that I could hear the breathing of everyone around me speed up and then try to slow itself down.He was getting worse. The patience that used to sit behind his eyes like a frozen lake had started cracking, and what was leaking through the cracks was something I didn't have a name for. Not anger. Anger was human. This was something colder, more mechanical, like a system running calculations about who was useful and who was no longer worth keeping functional.I spent the entire day watching him. From meetings to hallway crossings to

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