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Chapter 61: The Silver TetherThe mark on Victor’s chest didn't fade with the sunrise.It sat right over his heart—a perfect, silver crescent moon, shimmering against his pale skin.I traced it with my fingertip. The skin beneath was still cool to the touch, but the mark itself vibrated with a low, steady hum."Does it hurt?" I asked.Victor was sitting on the edge of the bed, Lyra asleep in the crook of his arm. He looked down at the tattoo, his expression unreadable."No," he said, his voice deep. "It feels... loud.""Loud?"He closed his eyes. "Since I came back, everything has been muffled. The pack link. Your voice in my head. It was like listening through thick glass."He opened his eyes. The gold was brighter today. Less flat."But through this mark," he touched the crescent, "I can hear her. And through her... I can hear you."He looked at me with a sudden intensity."Say something. In your head."I focused on the bond. I grabbed that frayed, silent golden thread and pulled.I

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Chapter 62: The Frozen TitanThe training ring was frozen solid.Victor stood in the center of the circle. He was shirtless. The winter wind bit at the skin of the other wolves, but it did not bother him. The snow melted the moment it touched the ground around him, but it did not melt on his skin. He remained a statue of ice.Jax circled him. The Beta was panting, his breath forming thick clouds in the air."Come on," Victor said calmly. His voice was low. "Stop holding back."Jax growled. He lunged.It was a fast attack. Jax was one of the best fighters in the territory. He feinted left and struck right, aiming a kick at Victor’s ribs.Victor did not block. He did not dodge.He simply caught Jax’s leg.There was a dull thud of flesh hitting palm. Victor held the Beta’s leg in mid-air. He looked bored."Too slow," Victor murmured.He tossed Jax aside. It looked effortless, like he was tossing a ragdoll. Jax flew ten feet and landed in a snowbank with a groan."Again," Victor commanded

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Chapter 63: The First VisionThe fire in the hearth had burned down to embers. The room was bathed in deep shadows.I woke up to the sound of humming.It was a low sound. It was deep and vibrating. It sounded like the earth itself was singing.I sat up in bed. The sheets beside me were cold. Victor was not there.I looked toward the window.Victor stood there with Lyra in his arms. He was rocking her gently. He was staring out at the snowy mountains while the moonlight framed his silhouette.He did not know I was awake.I watched him for a moment. He looked so lonely standing there. He was a creature of ice living in a world of warmth. He could not sleep. He could not dream. He just existed in the endless quiet of the night."Victor?" I whispered.He turned slowly. His movements were always fluid now. He moved like water."Did I wake you?" he asked softly."No. I missed you."I threw off the covers and walked to him. The floorboards were freezing under my bare feet.Victor saw me shiv

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Chapter 64: Morning ThawThe morning sun hit the pillows.I opened my eyes to a miracle.Victor was still asleep.His chest rose and fell in a slow and steady rhythm. The harsh lines of exhaustion that had etched themselves around his eyes were gone. His face looked younger. He looked peaceful.I lay there for a long time. I just watched him breathe. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.I reached out and brushed a lock of black hair from his forehead.His eyes fluttered open.The gold irises were clear. The flat and dead look was gone. It was replaced by a sleepy warmth that made my heart stutter."You slept," I whispered."I did," he rasped. His voice was deep and rough with sleep.He stretched. The movement was feline and powerful. The muscles in his arms rippled under his pale skin."I dreamed," he said. He looked at me with wonder. "I dreamed of the meadow again. It was warm."He rolled onto his side to face me. He pulled the furs up over us to create a cocoon."You ke

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Chapter 65: The Silent KingWe walked into the mess hall together.The room was crowded. The smell of bacon and coffee filled the air. The pack was eating in shifts before heading back out to the construction site.The moment Victor stepped through the door the chatter stopped.It was instantaneous. forks froze halfway to mouths. Mugs were set down with care. Every set of eyes locked onto the Alpha.Victor ignored the tension. He held his head high. He walked to the food line with Lyra cradled in one arm. I walked beside him."Good morning," Victor said. His voice was low but it carried to every corner of the room."Good morning Alpha," the pack murmured in unison.They were terrified of him. They had seen him kill without mercy. They had seen him rise from the dead. They did not know how to act around a leader who felt more like a force of nature than a man.Victor picked up a plate. He piled it high with eggs and sausages. He needed the calories. His body burned energy at an alarmin

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Chapter 66: The Broken PerimeterThe moon was high and full. The light filtered through the curtains and painted silver stripes across the bed.Victor stood at the foot of the mattress. He was holding a length of black silk rope in his hands. He tested its strength with a sharp tug."Turn over," he commanded. His voice was a low rumble that vibrated in my chest.I did not argue. I rolled onto my stomach and buried my face in the pillows. I felt the mattress dip as he climbed onto the bed behind me.He grabbed my wrists and pulled them to the headboard. The silk was cool against my skin. He wrapped it tight. He secured my hands to the wooden frame with a complex knot."I need to know you cannot leave," Victor whispered against my ear. "I need to know you are bound to me.""I am yours," I breathed. "Do whatever you want."He chuckled darkly. It was a sound devoid of humor. It was pure possession.He ran his cold hand down my spine. The temperature difference made me gasp. He traced the

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Chapter 67: The Empty SideThe bed was cold.Victor woke up reaching for heat. His hand met only empty, freezing sheets.He sat up instantly. His heart hammered a warning rhythm against his ribs. The silence in the room was heavy and wrong."Elena?"No one answered.He smelled it then.It was faint underneath the scent of lavender and sex. It was the smell of stale sweat and wet fur. It was the smell of something chemical and sharp.Wolfsbane.He was out of bed in a flash. He tore the balcony door open. The glass shattered against the wall from the force of his shove.The winter wind hit his bare chest. He did not feel it.He looked down.There were footprints in the snowbank below the balcony. Three sets of paw prints and one set of heavy boot prints. They led away from the lodge and into the darkness of the forest.And there on the wooden railing was a single drop of blood.It was red and bright against the frost.Victor touched it. He brought the crimson smear to his tongue.Elena.

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Chapter 68: Iron and AshThe world was a blur of gray and throbbing pain.I woke up to the smell of rust and gasoline. My head felt heavy. It felt like it was filled with wet sand. The wolfsbane was still in my system. It kept my limbs heavy and useless.I tried to move my hands.Clank.Metal hit metal.I looked down through blurry eyes. My wrists were shackled to a bolt in the floor. The chains were short and thick. They were made of iron etched with runes.I was in the back of a moving van. There were no windows. The only light came from a small bulb hanging from the ceiling. It swung back and forth with the motion of the vehicle."She is awake," a rough voice said.I turned my head. It took too much effort.A man sat on a crate across from me. He was cleaning a knife. He had a scar running from his eye to his jaw. He wore the tattered leather of a rogue wolf."Where am I?" I croaked. My throat was dry as dust."You are cargo," the man said. He did not look up from his knife. "Cargo

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Chapter 69: The Crown of StoneThe SUV climbed the mountain road.The tires spun on the black ice. The engine whined in protest against the steep incline. We were leaving the forest behind. We were climbing above the tree line where the air was thin and sharp.Victor held me tight against his chest in the backseat. He had not let go of me since the crash. His hand was tangled in my hair. His nose was buried in my neck. He was inhaling my scent like it was the only oxygen in the world."We are almost there," Jax called from the driver's seat. "The path ends here Alpha."The vehicle lurched to a halt.Victor kicked the door open. The wind howled instantly. It was a feral sound that tore at our clothes.He stepped out and pulled me with him.I looked up.The Old Fortress loomed out of the mist. It was not a building. It was a jagged extension of the mountain itself. Black stone walls rose fifty feet into the air. They were scarred by centuries of storms. There were no windows. There were

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Chapter 70: The Heart of the MountainThe sun rose over the peaks.It did not bring warmth. The light was pale and thin. It only served to illuminate the dust and the decay of the Old Fortress.I sat up on the furs. My breath puffed out in a white cloud. The portable heater was trying its best but the stone room was massive. It swallowed the heat instantly.I looked at the doorway.Victor was still there.He had not moved an inch in eight hours. He sat with his back to the frame and one knee pulled up. His eyes were open. They were fixed on the dark hallway. Frost had formed on his eyelashes."Victor," I whispered.He did not turn. His ear twitched. He was listening to the wind. He was listening for footsteps that were not there."You are frozen," I said. I pulled the furs around my shoulders and stood up.I walked over to him. I knelt on the cold stone floor beside him.I touched his cheek. It was like touching a windowpane in the dead of winter."I am fine," he rasped. His voice was

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