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Chapter 171: Sienna

Darius barely makes it through the door before I shut him down.I don’t give him a second chance. A raw surge of golden Bridge power explodes from my palm, slamming into his chest and throwing him flat onto the dirt. The two vampires flanking him scatter, but Kieran is already on them—a black blur of claws and teeth before they even have a chance to land.“Sienna—!”“I’m here,” I shout, stepping out into the night beside him.The clearing is absolute chaos—gunfire, snarling, and the wet thud of bodies hitting the ground. But something is shifting. The sick vampires in the Night Court are staggering, their movements heavier than before. Black veins are pulsing under their skin, as if my own power is feeding the poison. The catalyst still in my blood is reacting, turning every burst of energy into a weapon specifically designed to tear them apart.“It’s the catalyst!” Elara screams from the broken window. “It’s speeding up the sickness!”Kieran catches my eye across the fight. We don’t

Chapter 172: Kieran

“Maddox, Ryker, with me. Two more enforcers. Now.” My voice is pure Alpha command. “Everyone else holds this position and guards the wounded. Elara stays with Laura.”Sienna is already beside me, face white, the emergency injector still clutched in her hand. “I’m coming.”I don’t waste time arguing. “Stay on my left. Do not leave my side.”We run.The vehicles are brought around in under a minute. Doors slam. Engines snarl to life. I take the lead with Sienna in the passenger seat; Maddox and Ryker follow in the second vehicle with the extra muscle. The coordinates from Darius’s device point to a secondary supply cache on the lower eastern trail—an old emergency point we have used only twice since the Architect war began. Few people knew it existed. Someone talked, or someone tracked Rowena when she moved Callum earlier.The night road is black and narrow. Trees whip past. I drive harder than is safe. The mate bond is a tight wire of shared fear and absolute focus. Sienna says nothing

Chapter 173: Sienna

The first hour after we return is pure triage.Elara works like a machine. She clears Callum first—quick hands, soft voice, a check for any hidden injury or residual scent that shouldn’t be there. He is fine. Frightened, exhausted, but fine.She hands him back to me and moves on without pause. My shoulder is next.Kieran’s graze and deeper wounds are treated with the same ruthless efficiency. Maddox’s arm is bound.Two enforcers need stitches. One needs a full shift to finish healing a silver-laced cut.No one speaks more than necessary.Darius is confirmed dead. Delphine is confirmed dead.The remaining Night Court scents have scattered into the lower trails and gone cold. Ryker returns from a final sweep just before dawn and gives a single nod.“They’re gone. No fresh tracks within two kilometers.”The threat is broken.It doesn’t feel like victory yet. It feels like the moment after a bone snaps back into place—relief mixed with the deep ache of everything that got damaged along th

Chapter 174 : Kieran

The call comes just after nightfall.Elara’s voice over the internal line is clipped and controlled, the way it only gets when the situation is already bad. “Alpha. Laura’s crashing. Hard. You and Sienna need to come now.”I am moving before she finishes the sentence. Sienna is already on her feet, Callum safely with Rowena for the night. We don’t speak. We just run.The medical wing smells of antiseptic, fear-sweat, and the sharp ozone of equipment working at its limit.Laura’s room is a storm of controlled motion. Monitors scream in uneven patterns. Elara and two healers work over the bed with tight, precise movements. Fluids. Oxygen. A carefully measured stimulant.Her chest rises in shallow, irregular pulls. Her skin has gone the color of old paper.

Chapter 175: Sienna

I have not left the chair beside her bed.My hand is still wrapped around hers. Kieran has stayed the entire night, sometimes standing, sometimes sitting on the floor with his back against my legs, a constant solid presence.Elara dozes in the corner for twenty-minute stretches and then checks the monitors again.Laura’s eyes open slowly. This time they are clear.She looks at me for a long moment, and the faintest smile touches her mouth.“There you are,” she whispers.My throat closes. “I’m here. I’ve been here the whole time.”“I know.” Her fingers tighten weakly around mine. “You’ve always been stubborn about that.”Kieran rises and steps closer, quiet, giving us space while still remain

Chapter 176 Sienna

Three days after Laura dies, we bury her under the old oak at the edge of the eastern meadow.It is a quiet morning. The sky is clear. The air smells of turned earth and the last of the summer grass.Kieran stands on one side of me, Callum balanced against his hip. I stand on the other, fingers laced tightly through Kieran’s free hand.The pack forms a loose circle around the grave—enforcers, elders, healers, the younger wolves who have only ever known me as the human who became something more.Laura was not a wolf, but she had earned their respect. One by one, they step forward. Some place a small stone on the earth. Some murmur a few words.A few of the older ones who remembered her bringing food during hard winters rest a hand briefly on my shoulder as they pass. No long speeches. Just presence.We also honor the

Chapter 177: Kieran

Sunlight spills across the kitchen table in uneven gold stripes. Callum sits in his high chair, both fists full of mashed banana, and announces something loud and incomprehensible to the room at large. A blob of banana lands on Kieran’s forearm with a wet splat.Kieran looks down at it, then at his son. “That was deliberate.”Callum grins, showing four teeth, and does it again.I lean against the counter with a mug of coffee and fail to hide my smile. “He’s got your aim.”“He has your timing.” Kieran wipes the banana off with a dish towel, then reaches over and gently pries a sticky fist open so Callum doesn’t wear the rest of his breakfast as a hat. The toddler immediately tries to grab his father’s nose instead. Kieran lets him, making a low growling sound that sends Callum into a fit of high-pitched giggles.

Chapter 178: Sienna

The lodge feels different in the late afternoon light.It’s not necessarily quieter—there are still voices echoing in the halls, the sound of the younger wolves sparring in the distance, and Callum’s loud laugh coming from the kitchen—but the tension is gone.The air feels lighter. I walk down the main corridor with a mug of tea, and for the first time in forever, nobody stops me to report a breach or a scent on the border. It’s weird, almost unsettling, how normal it feels.I find Kieran in the small library overlooking the training yard. He’s perched on the edge of the heavy desk with his sleeves rolled up, skimming through the last of the research notes we’re archiving.When he hears me, he looks up, and the smile that hits his face is slow and genuine.“There you are.”“Here I am.” I set my mug down and s

Chapter 179: Kieran

Three months later, the campus still smells the same—old books, cut grass, and the faint chemical tang of the lecture-hall whiteboards.I slip into my usual seat near the back of the anthropology seminar just as Dr. Patel starts reviewing the final section of post-Exposure integration theory. No one stares anymore. A few classmates nod. One of the Luna Chaser girls from last year gives me a small, almost shy wave. I return it and open my laptop.Halfway through the discussion my phone vibrates against my thigh. I glance down.Kieran: [photo] Callum has somehow gotten an entire strawberry yogurt on his forehead and is laughing like he won a prize. Kieran: Your son is a menace. Kieran: Also he said “Mama” again this morning. Clear as day. Kieran: Come home soon.I bite back a smile and type back quickly. Me: Tell him Mama’s almost done. Don’t let him eat the yogurt out of his

Epilogue

Callum’s second birthday falls on a clear autumn afternoon, the kind where the light turns everything gold and the air smells like woodsmoke and fallen leaves.The entire pack has come.They fill the big clearing behind the lodge—enforcers, elders, healers, the younger wolves who still tumble over each other like oversized puppies. Tables are loaded with food. Someone has strung simple lights between the trees. A ridiculous number of balloons bounce against the branches every time the wind moves. Callum stands in the middle of it all in a tiny blue sweater, cheeks flushed, eyes bright, and announces his opinions at full volume to anyone who will listen.Rowena sits on a low bench nearby, directing traffic with the calm authority of someone who has raised half the pack. She catches my eye over the crowd and smiles—the soft, knowing smile she has worn more easily these past months. When Callum barrels into her legs for the tenth time, she lifts him without complaint and settles him on he

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