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Amora stepped down from the truck, her boots crunching against the soot-covered pavement. Zach and Heidi scrambled down after her, holding tight to little Leo’s hands. Leo looked around nervously, clutching his frayed toy wolf close to his chest, but the sight of the open sky seemed to soothe him.Amora closed her eyes, taking a slow breath. She expected to feel a crushing wave of despair. Instead, she felt a tap on her shoulder.She turned around. Standing behind her wasn't a squad of fierce, intimidating enforcers. It was Mrs. Gable, the elderly human woman who lived three doors down, holding a large straw broom. Behind her stood Liam, the young Wayne pack baker who had helped Amora mix dough on busy mornings, alongside two dozen other townspeople. They held shovels, hammers, and buckets of soapy water."We were just waiting for you to get back, dear," Mrs. Gable said, offering a warm, wrinkled smile. "A little smoke and fire can't drive away the best baker in the territory. We’re r

The morning sun hit the newly polished glass windows of the bakery, making the entire storefront gleam. The scorched, blackened beams from the fire were completely gone, replaced by light, sturdy pine that smelled of sweet resin and fresh varnish. Above the front door, the wooden sign hung proud and straight.. Painted in clean, elegant white letters, the name remained exactly what it was meant to be: Amora’s Hearth.The small brass bell above the door chimed continuously as a cool morning breeze swept through the town square. The people of Norwood Green had lined up down the sidewalk before the sun had even fully cleared the mountain peaks. Mrs. Gable was first in line, proudly clutching her cloth market bag. Liam, the young Wayne pack baker, was running back and forth from the kitchen, carrying heavy metal trays loaded with steaming loaves of braided bread.Behind the counter, Zach and Heidi were proudly wearing matching little white aprons. They were giggling as they handed out pa

It was the Night of the Alliance Feast. This festival had been planned weeks ago to formally celebrate the peace treaty between the Silver Crescent Pack and the Wayne Pack.But beneath the laughter and the rhythmic beating of the drums, a sharp current of fear ran through the crowd. Only twenty-four hours had passed since Susan Wayne discovered the Dark Moon Scent-Nullifier device buried near the playground. The elite enforcers from both packs were not drinking. Instead, they stood along the perimeter of the meadow, their hands resting on the hilts of their silver blades, their eyes scanning the black wall of the forest.Duncan and Oscar had agreed that the festival could not be canceled. To cancel would show the hidden spies that the Alonsos and the Waynes were frightened. They needed to project absolute strength and unity.Amora stood near the edge of the pavilion, wearing a simple but elegant forest-green dress that complimented her striking emerald eyes. Her long hair was pinned

Duncan Alonso stood frozen, his extended claws trembling slightly as the sheer weight of Malphas’s words crashed into his soul. For five years, he had lived in a prison of guilt. He had blamed himself for being blind, for letting Katherine destroy his marriage, and for allowing his family to exile his fated mate. He had believed it was all his failure.But it hadn't been an accident. It had been a grand design. The puppet strings stretched all the way back to the dark northern territory, held firmly in the massive, scarred hands of Alpha Malphas."You..." Duncan’s voice was a low, fractured whisper. The silver light in his eyes flared violently, fighting against the crimson stain of the blood moon. "Every lie Katherine told... every piece of silver poison... it was all you.""Of course it was," Malphas chuckled, the sound vibrating through the dirt beneath their boots. The giant Ancient took a slow step forward, the dry grass crunching under his heavy weight. "Katherine was greedy,

On this third morning, the air was freezing. A thin layer of frost coated the ground, but it didn't last long.By the end of the first ten minutes, the frost was entirely melted, replaced by a steaming, violent splash of red.The duel was a bloodbath.Duncan moved with a terrifying, wild speed that shocked everyone watching from the perimeter. He didn't use the clean, elegant martial arts of the royal palace. He didn't waste time trying to form energy shields that would only invite Malphas’s corruption. He was fighting the mountain way low to the earth, using the slippery mud to his advantage, shifting his weight just before the giant's massive fists could connect.But Malphas was way older and stronger, and his raw physical power was catastrophic. Every time his eight-foot frame collided with Duncan, the sound of tearing flesh and bruising muscle echoed across the valley.Duncan’s gray shirt had been completely ripped away. His chest was covered in long, jagged claw marks that drippe