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Sophia's POVThorne's response spoke louder than any reply she might have offered. The way her face went pale, the stunned gape of absolute surprise—it was like I'd delved into a secret corner of her thoughts and yanked out a specter."Why would you bring that up?" she echoed, her words hardly above a breath."Because nobody ever mentions her," I pushed, leaning in closer. The breeze pulled at my strands, but I kept my eyes on hers. "Amelia is warm, gentle, and she's simply... present. Ethan cherishes her. Victor supports her. But her mom is a total void. In a realm where bloodlines mean the world, that's not merely strange, Thorne. It's a blaring gap."Thorne glanced aside, her mouth tightening. She hugged herself, not from the cold, but like she was keeping something locked inside. "That's not mine to share," she said at last, her tone sharp and resolute. "It's Ethan's.And it's... old hurt. The type that shouldn't be stirred.""Is it his tale? Or one somebody wants kept under wraps

Sophia's POVThe thick envelope clutched in my hand wasn't merely stationery and seal anymore; it was a ploy, a step in the quiet contest playing out around me. Going to a highly visible, deeply official event at Ethan's property was a gamble. It'd thrust me back under the sharp eyes of the packs, right by Victor, beneath Jessica's seething stare. It was a possible war zone.But it was also a shot. A way to spot Ethan on his home ground, to watch the interplay between him and Victor up close, to gauge how other Alphas responded. Knowledge was my sole tool, and this was a fact-finding trip I couldn't turn down.I shut my door and tore open the invite. Fancy lettering declared the Blackwell Pack's Yearly Solidarity Event. The stiffness of it clashed hard with the stark, cruel realities I was digging up. I traced my fingertip across Ethan's typed name. This was his realm. And if I aimed to grasp it, to endure it, I had to step into its flashiest venue.Next day, I caught Victor at breakf

Sophia's POV The room didn't explode. It went still. The inhales of surprise, the low chatter, the soft clink of drinks all turned into a far-off, warped buzz, like I was sunk in freezing depths. My sight narrowed, zeroing in on Jessica's victorious, shiny gaze and the mean twist of her grin. Then it jumped to Ethan. His expression was pure, blank confusion. For a beat, the powerful Alpha of Blackwell seemed like a kid hit from the blind side. Then, the stun flared into a rage so total the space near him felt twisted. He stayed silent. He acted. In three wide, floor-covering steps, he hit the platform. He snatched Jessica's upper arm, his grip sinking into the red sheen enough to pull a gasp from her, and yanked her off the stage, through a nearby exit, and into the side room past it. The guests burst into a storm of murmurs. My legs stayed planted on the stone ground. A cool, re

Sophia's POVThe moist air in the greenhouse thickened, loaded with the aroma of blooms and upcoming revelation.Idris gazed at his big, rough palms, locked between his legs like in plea. The clash within him rang almost loud."You're pushing me to spill trusts that ain't mine to drop," he said, his words rough."I'm pushing you to aid me spot the beast in the shadows," I shot back, my tone hushed but firm. "Now, all I got are shades and forms. Can't battle what I can't spot, Idris. And I figure, your style, you've been scrapping shades for Ethan ages."He stayed quiet so long I figured he'd shut down. Then, he let loose a drawn, worn exhale that seemed to pull from his soles."Selene wasn't some random from a tied group," he kicked off, skipping my eyes. "She was a blood gift. A live deal seal."My veins iced. "What?""Eight years back," Idris went on, his stare glued to a bright, pointy air plant like it scrolled history."The Night Fang Pack was a true menace. Cutthroat, spreading.

Sophia's POV I drifted through work like a shadow, my vision still blurry from the bombshell that hit me days back. When the idea first crossed my mind, they acted like I was losing it, but I nailed it. Every word from Victor looped in my skull like a stuck track. My fingers shook a bit as I aimed to steady my grip on the mouse. I tapped the wrong button, wiping out all my progress by mistake. I muttered a curse, the words lost in the bland office hum. How was I supposed to focus on fabric feels and spotlight setups when I'd caught a guy coolly calling for a crippling? When that guy was my claimed shield? Every chat at Thornwood felt like a show now, and I waited for Victor to slip his front and reveal the beast under. The dread wasn't vague nerves anymore; it was a sharp, sure chill. I bunked with the beast. "Sophia?" I jolted, my pulse slamming hard. Dana, the office lead, hove