Semua Bab Alpha VS Omega' Twin VS Twin (A Dark Werewolf Romance): Bab 41 - Bab 50

POV: Cormac BrennanLocation: Brennan TownhouseTime: Morning After AllianceThe spy's report arrives at breakfast. I'm eating alone in Father's dining room when Marcus brings the document."Alpha. Report from the Rookeries. About your brother."I take the report and read it while my food gets cold.Callum met with Isla Reid. The nurse I ordered turned eighteen months ago. They talked for an hour. Then she took him to her shelter. Showed him the packless wolves she's helping. They shook hands afterward. Alliance formed.Callum is now providing security for Isla's network. Three shelters. Seventy-four wolves. Growing organization of packless creatures.My brother is organizing the outcasts. Building something in the wasteland where he was supposed to disappear.Rage builds in my chest. Pure, overwhelming rage."He was supposed to disappear," I say out loud. "He was supposed to break. Die. Go feral. Anything except this."Marcus stays silent. Omegas don't speak unless spoken to.I read t

POV: Callum BrennanLocation: The RookeriesTime: Next DayWord spreads fast in the Rookeries. By morning, every packless wolf knows what happened. Callum Brennan killed two of Cormac's enforcers. Defended Isla's shelter. Stood up to pack authority.Suddenly, I'm famous. Or infamous. Depending on who you ask.Wolves I've never met approach me on the street. Some offer congratulations. Some offer warnings. Some just want to see the wolf who killed pack enforcers.I'm walking to the fighting pits when a fae-touched wolf falls into step beside me. Male, maybe late twenties, moving with the fluid grace that marks fae blood."Callum Brennan. I'm Tom. Tom the Cracksman." He's got the accent of Seelie Court refugees. "I heard about last night. Impressive work. Prison made you dangerous.""What do you want?""To offer my services. I'm a thief. Best in the Rookeries. I can get into anywhere, steal anything, disappear before anyone notices." Tom grins. "You're building something. Organizing pack

POV: Callum BrennanLocation: The RookeriesTime: Twelve Hours BeforeWe've got twelve hours. Maybe less. Cormac's coming and we need to be ready.I gather the crew in the street outside Isla's shelter. Nine fighters plus Isla. Against twenty pack wolves plus Cormac himself."Terrain is our advantage," I tell them. "We know these streets. Cormac's wolves don't. We use that. Set up ambush points. Create choke points. Force them to fight where we want, not where they want."Marcus nods. "There are three approaches to this shelter. Main street, east alley, and west passage. We can block two, force them down one.""Good. Show me."We walk the territory. Mapping defensive positions. Identifying where to place fighters. Where to set traps. Where to fall back if overwhelmed.Tom surveys the buildings. "I can create illusions. Make one passage look impassable. Force them toward our ambush.""How strong are your illusions?""Strong enough to fool wolves. Won't stop them once they realize it's f

POV: Alternating - Callum Brennan, then Cormac BrennanLocation: Rookeries BattlefieldTime: During BattleCALLUMCormac attacks first. He's faster than I expected. Stronger. Alpha power flowing through him. Well-fed. Well-trained. Everything I'm not.His claws rake across my chest. Open deep wounds. I stumble back."You were always weaker," Cormac says. "Second-born. Seven minutes behind. Never quite enough."I don't respond. Prison taught me not to waste breath on words during combat.I counter-attack. Go low. Target his legs. He blocks but I'm faster than he expects. Eighteen months of fighting pits taught me speed over power.My claws catch his thigh. Tear muscle. He grunts but doesn't slow.We're circling each other. The battle rages around us but we're in our own world. Two brothers. One fight. Everything we've been building toward since Father died."You could have supported me," Cormac says. "Could have been loyal. Instead, you were threat. I had to remove you.""You framed me

POV: Callum BrennanLocation: Kensington, Mordaunt's MansionTime: Three Days After BattleThe address Mordaunt provided is in Kensington. Wealthy neighborhood. Old money. The kind of place where pack-raised wolves like me don't belong.I'm standing outside a Georgian mansion that probably costs more than my entire pack's territory. Four stories. Manicured gardens. Security that's subtle but present.This is where Mordaunt lives. Six hundred years of accumulated wealth on display.I could refuse. Could ignore the summons. Stay in the Rookeries where I'm building something real.But ignoring summons from Crimson Parliament member is suicide. Mordaunt would send hunters. Would destroy my crew. Would make example of me.So I'm here. Answering. Walking into the vampire's lair because I don't have better options.I knock on the door. It opens immediately. A thrall answers. Female, maybe thirty, beautiful in the artificial way that vampire venom creates. Her eyes are glazed. Addicted."Callu