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ZARA Something about this feels wrong. My wolf feels it too. She shifts restlessly inside me, uneasy and alert, like she senses danger moving somewhere ahead of us.The feeling makes my shoulders tense.Different defensive spells begin running through my mind while we move through the trees. One after another. Quiet barriers. Binding charms. Short bursts of force. Small protections that might slow someone down long enough for us to escape.Anything that might help if things turn violent.None of them feel strong enough.Energy is already running low. The magic used earlier took more out of me than I expected. The reserves inside my body feel thin now, stretched too far already. Anything powerful would push past my limit.Pulling more magic right now would probably knock me out completely.That would leave Damian alone.That can't happen.The scent trail grows stronger as we continue deeper into the forest. Fresh wolf scent hangs thick in the air now. Clear. Close. Hard to miss.So

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FELIX No school today.Most days, news like that would send me jumping straight out of bed. It usually feels like my body is built with springs when a free day appears. Sleep never seems that important on weekends anyway. Those days pass easily even when there's barely any rest.Snow days are even better. They always feel like secret little gifts. Like someone quietly slipped an extra weekend into the middle of the week and hoped nobody would notice.Always loved those.Could never get tired of them.Today isn't like that.Today feels wrong. Heavy and slow.Everything about it feels bad.It feels like waking up on the morning of a funeral.Because someone died.Another shifter.Whoever she was, she chose the worst possible night to be running through the forest out there.Or maybe the bad choice was mine. Maybe last night was the wrong night for me to go hunting. She might have been running those same trails for weeks. Maybe months. There's no way to know.Not like I've been eager t

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CALEB The room stays painfully quiet while we wait for Zara to come back.The silence stretches longer than it should.Felix should have been filling the room with noise by now. Talking fast. Bragging about something pointless. Making comments every few seconds.That is how he normally is.Instead, he sits there stiff and quiet.His face looks hard, almost blank. When he does speak, the words come out slowly, like it takes effort to push them out.Something changed while we were gone.It feels like the world tilted while no one was looking.One single night away from Blackwood Manor, and everything fell apart.That cannot be random.Zara and Damian tracked that other pack to the clearing in the Shadow Woods. If they were there, then they were waiting for something.Waiting for this.Zara already said Felix was not under a spell. She checked him carefully.She also said there were no scent trails inside the manor.Still, it is hard to accept that this was just chance.Wolves do not mo

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ZARA The oatmeal box is barely halfway out of the cupboard when the doorbell rings.The sound cuts through the house like a blade. Loud. Harsh. Too loud.A wince comes before the thought.The bell should not be that loud.It only jumps back to full volume when the power cuts out. Which means there must have been an outage at some point after the last time someone pressed it.No one mentioned that.Great timing.The oatmeal box is set back on the counter. Fingers rest against the edge for a moment while I steady myself.There is no point pretending this visit is anything but trouble.Another Alpha stands on the other side of that door.A quiet curse slips out as I leave the kitchen.By the time the hallway comes into view, Damian is already moving from the lounge toward the entrance. His stride is quick and stiff. His shoulders are tight.The tension is obvious even from a distance.I move faster to catch up.The gap closes just as his hand reaches the handle. I arrive beside him at t

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ZARA “What proof do you have that connects anything to us?”The question leaves my mouth before there’s time to rethink it. Turning the accusation back on him feels like the only move left. Standing there and defending ourselves without pushing back won’t get us anywhere.The problem is uncomfortable.The proof sitting in my head can’t be shown to anyone.Felix’s teeth were clean.Not a single trace of blood.There was nothing in his mouth either. No stains, no smell, nothing that suggested he had bitten anyone. That detail stayed clear in my mind because I had looked carefully. It mattered too much not to.But memories aren’t evidence.They can’t be placed on a table and examined.They can’t be measured or proven in a way that would satisfy an Alpha standing in our home and demanding answers.There’s no way to present what I know in a form that would make him step back and leave.A quiet laugh slips from him. It isn’t loud or mocking. It almost sounds relaxed.“My pack found him lyi

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DAMIAN The urge to walk to the bar and pour a drink has never felt this strong.Right now, a full glass of something hard would help.My wolf is furious that the Alpha walked out of here alive. The hatred came the moment he stepped into the house. Both of us felt it. One look at him was enough.Zara seemed surprised by how calm and polite he acted. That smooth voice fooled her for a moment. But men like him always sound pleasant. That is how they pull people in. They say the right things until everyone believes them.That Alpha is filth.A manipulator.A man who twists people the way my father used to.He probably thinks he played us. Thinks we are already dancing to whatever tune he wants.He has no idea what happened to the last man who tried to play games with me.Having his throat ripped out would be too easy for someone like that.Pain would suit him better.Slow pain.The kind that stretches for hours.Let him feel what suffering is before he leaves this world. Let him understa

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ZARA My body trembles as Damian slides his thick cock back inside me. The shaking will not stop. His wolf is still close to the surface. It shows in small ways that are hard to ignore.His claws refuse to disappear. The tips press lightly into my skin. His teeth are still sharp too. Each time he looks at my throat, his gaze lingers on the mark he left there. Hunger burns in his eyes, like he is thinking about biting me again.Both hands move slowly over his broad back. Hard muscle shifts under my palms while I look up at him.“Does it mean something,” I ask quietly, “if wolves mark each other more than once?”A low growl rolls out of his chest. That sound gives the answer before words do. His mind has clearly gone there already.“One mark is enough,” he says after a moment. His voice stays rough and deep. “Anything more means the wolf is losing control.”A small breath slips out.“Damn,” the words leave my mouth before thinking stops them. “Kind of hoped you weren’t trying to contr

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ZARA The shirt slides down over my body. It is one of his. The hem barely reaches the bottom of my hips, and when I move it rides up again. He owns a few that are a little longer. Those are better. Still, this will work for now. Real clothes can wait until breakfast is done.Breakfast turns into something closer to lunch. Time slipped away without anyone noticing.Enough food goes into the pot for four people. Damian rarely eats in the morning, but with the hour creeping toward midday it feels safer to assume he might. Better to have food ready than nothing at all.None of us really enjoy oatmeal. It is warm and filling but soft and bland in a way that makes everyone sigh. That is why the salt exists.The magic salt.There is still plenty left from the batch made months ago. Back then Caleb was barely eating. Every meal felt like a battle. A little magic helped convince him food was worth it again.Eventually he asked for his own small stash.Saying no never felt like an option.

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ZARA This moment feels a lot like the scene right before the marshmallow man shows up in Ghostbusters.The kind of quiet pause where something strange is about to happen. Everyone can feel it coming, even if no one says it out loud.Part of me already knows how this will end.Bacon-flavored oatmeal.“Yeah,” he says.“You’re sure?”“I’m sure.”He really isn’t sure. That much is obvious. His voice says one thing, but his expression says something else entirely. Still, there’s no point arguing about it now. Either he’ll figure out how the magic works, or he won’t. At the very least, this will keep him from ending up addicted to magic salt the way Caleb once did.The spell is invoked over his bowl, and attention moves on to Caleb’s.His eyes brighten immediately when he sees the small sprinkle of salt on top of the oatmeal. The grains shimmer faintly in the light, each one holding a soft trace of magic that flickers like tiny stars.“You’re thinking about what you want it to taste lik

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ZARA Calling a best friend while standing there with the back of a shirt barely covering anything did not feel right. Clothes first. Then the call.Walking into the bedroom turned out to be a mistake.The bed sat there, quiet and inviting, and the sight of it made my knees feel weak. For a second, the room tilted. Both hands pressed against the dresser to steady myself before anything embarrassing happened.The top drawer slid open.A pair of black yoga pants rested inside, folded near the back. They had probably not been worn since before moving into Blackwood Manor. Most nights were spent sleeping in my mates’ shirts instead. Borrowing was the word used at first. That word no longer felt accurate.Borrowing meant giving things back.That never seemed to happen.Sitting carefully on the edge of the mattress, the pants were pulled on slowly. Staying upright took effort. The mattress felt warm and soft beneath me, and every tired part of my body wanted to fall backward into the sheet

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