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The Hunter's Contract

POV: CADE MERRICK The sound of metal hitting stone was the only thing I could hear inside the cold, concrete armory of the Sentinel Outpost. I sat at my workbench under the bright lights, focused on the weapon in front of me. I checked my customized heavy rifle, pulling the bolt back to make sure the chamber was clear before sliding a fresh magazine into place. Everything I carried was made for one thing: killing. My tactical vest was lined with iron plates covered in protective runes, my forearms were wrapped in dark leather marked with anti-magic wards, and my belt held several small vials that could slow down dangerous creatures. I didn't care about pack politics. I didn't care about vampire royalty. I was one of the Hunter Guild's best hunters, and I followed orders. When a creature became too dangerous, I was the one they sent after it. The heavy steel door at the back of the armory opened with a sharp hiss. Commander Jordan stepped into the room, his boots hitting the floor

Three Man Army

POV: ARIA FROST The shockwave from my magic was still shaking the trees behind me as I ran through the dark, muddy ground of the Deadwoods. I didn't turn back to look at the destruction. The blast had completely destroyed the old hunter's cabin, breaking the walls apart and sending both Brecken and Lucian flying. But I knew better than to think a few broken pieces would keep them down for long. They were powerful men who were used to getting whatever they wanted, and right now, both of them were looking at me like I was something they had to fight over. I was not going to be anyone's prize. The cold rain hit my face as I pushed deeper into the dark forest, my bare feet stepping over wet leaves and sharp roots. But for the first time in my life, everything around me felt clear. The suppressants my pack had forced me to take for twenty-two years were gone from my system, and the change inside my body was almost frightening. In every sense I had felt stronger than before. I could hea

In the Crosshairs

POV: CADE MERRICK Eight hundred yards away, high up in the wet branches of an old pine tree, the world had narrowed down to the black circle of my scope. I sat completely still in my harness, my heavy rifle resting on the steel bipod. The night vision turned the dark forest into shades of green and silver, cutting through the fog hanging over the clearing. Rain hit my hood, but I didn't feel it. I breathed in slowly through my nose and out through my mouth, keeping my body steady against the rifle. Inside my crosshairs, Aria Frost was trapped in the mud. The runic trap had worked. The heavy silver chains were wrapped around her arms, waist, and ankles, the enchanted metal burning against her skin. Smoke rose from her torn dress as she struggled in pain, her face turned toward the dark sky. She couldn't run. She couldn't use her magic. She couldn't use her wolf strength. She was trapped in the middle of the clearing with nowhere to go. My finger rested lightly against the tri

Rogue Hunter

CADE MERRICK The sound of my rifle shot was still echoing through the distant hills when I unhooked my harness from the high pine branch. I didn't wait to watch Miller hit the ground. I let myself drop through the wet branches, grabbing a lower limb to slow my fall before landing in the tall grass near the clearing. The moment my boots touched the mud, I pulled my two handguns from my thigh holsters and pulled the slides back at the same time. The other three hunters in Miller's unit were already turning around, their lights cutting through the fog as they tried to find where the shot had come from. "Miller's down!" one of them shouted, raising his rifle toward the trees. "We have someone behind us…" I stepped out from behind an oak tree before he could finish. I fired twice into his chest. The bullets went through his armor and sent him falling into the bushes. Before the second hunter could fire, I crossed the distance between us in three quick steps and knocked his rifle upw

The Forced Truce

POV: ARIA FROST The air inside the ancient ruins was so thick with male dominance and hatred that it was hard to breathe normally. I sat on a broken stone pedestal near the back wall, pulling a dry wool cloak tighter around my shoulders. The old ruins deep inside the neutral forest gave us some shelter from the freezing rain, but they did nothing to ease the tension inside the room. The four of us were stuck under the same roof, and every second felt like one wrong move could start another fight. Brecken leaned against a broken pillar near the entrance, his huge arms crossed over his chest. His palms were still burned from breaking the silver chains, but his golden eyes never left me. His chest rose and fell with every breath, his wolf still restless beneath his skin, ready to attack anyone who moved too quickly. A few feet away, Lucian stood in the shadows, looking annoyingly calm as he wiped a small piece of dirt from the sleeve of his black suit. His crimson eyes glowed fa

The Warlock’s Summoning

POV: SOREN BLACKTHORN The silence of the Grand Library was something I usually enjoyed, but tonight it felt tense, like the whole place was waiting for something. I stood in the center of the room, surrounded by thousands of old books and tall shelves that reached the ceiling. As the Alpha Warlock of the Blackthorn Coven, my life was built on knowledge, discipline, and control. While wolves depended on their strength and vampires hid behind their pride, I understood the power that moved through the world. Magic was alive, and I spent every day making sure it stayed balanced. My eyes were fixed on a glass case sitting on the large stone table in front of me. Inside was a three-hundred-year-old scroll written on yellowed parchment. It wasn't written with normal ink. The words were made from old blood magic, glowing red and slowly pulsing whenever something important was about to happen. For three hundred years, the scroll had stayed silent. But an hour ago, the words suddenly li

Scent Marking & Jealousy

POV: ARIA FROST The cold wind blew through the wide, cracked openings of the stone ruins as a heavy snowstorm rolled into the Deadwoods. Snow covered the ground while I sat on the cold stone, pulling the thin wool cloak tighter around myself. My teeth chattered as the pain inside my body grew worse. My temperature kept changing without warning. One moment, the vampire blood inside me made my whole body feel cold, and the next, my wolf heat rushed through me until my skin felt like it was burning. My three natures were still fighting for control, and I had no idea how much longer my body could handle it. I tried to move closer to the small fire Cade had made, but my legs gave out before I could get there. Before I could fall, two strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind. "Come here," Brecken said quietly. He lifted me from the stone and pulled me onto his lap, sitting with his back against a stone pillar. His leather jacket covered most of my body as his arms came aro

The Witch Bleed Explosion

POV: ARIA FROST I snapped awake in the middle of a panic attack, gasping violently for air as my lungs refused to expand. My heart was pounding so hard that my ribs hurt, and the voices from my nightmare were still screaming from inside my head. I pressed both hands against my ears, but it made no difference, It got worse. They weren't coming from outside. They were inside me. Hundreds of voices whispering, chanting, and calling my name at the same time until I couldn't tell which thoughts were mine anymore. I tried to take a deep breath, but something inside my chest tightened. My body felt too hot and too cold at the same time, and the pain spreading through my veins made me curl forward. My body was completely out of my control. The magic that had been locked inside me for twenty-two years was no longer staying where it belonged. It was rushing through my veins, pushing against my bones and forcing its way through my skin. My wolf wanted to run. My vampire blood wanted to fee

The First Anchor

POV: SOREN BLACKTHORN The moment I stepped through the rift, the force coming from Aria nearly pushed me back. The entire ruin had become a storm of wild magic. Purple and black lightning crossed the broken walls, stone cracked beneath my feet, and pieces of the ceiling continued to fall around us. Brecken was down near one of the walls, Lucian had one hand pressed against his bleeding nose, and Cade was outside near the trees after being thrown through the entrance. None of them mattered to me at that moment. My eyes went straight to Aria. She was standing in the middle of the ruins with her head thrown back, her body shaking as magic poured from her faster than she could control it. The power around her was not attacking anyone on purpose. It was simply looking for somewhere to go, and her body could no longer contain it. "Aria." My voice was calm, but she didn't hear me. Another wave of magic burst from her body, sending a purple flash across the room. I raised one hand

The Four Anchors United

POV: ARIA FROST Dawn came slowly over the Deadwoods, turning the dark sky above the shattered ruins into a pale gray. The storm had finally passed, but the damage it left behind was everywhere. Broken stones covered the ground, pieces of the old roof lay scattered around the ruins, and deep cracks ran through the floor where my magic had nearly torn the entire place apart. I stood in the middle of it all, still trying to understand what had happened during the night. Around me stood the four men who had somehow become tied to me, Brecken Holt, the Ironveil Alpha whose wolf had recognized me first; Lucian Vael, the Vampire King whose blood now ran through my veins; Soren Blackthorn, the Warlock Alpha who had stopped my Witch Bleed when no one else could; and Cade Merrick, the hunter who had turned against his own Guild rather than let them kill me. None of them looked relaxed. They stood several feet apart, watching each other as if one wrong move could start another fight,

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