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Nalani's POV The days after the revelation about Alyra’s death had passed in a blur of thought, planning, and quiet unrest. I could feel it in the way the Ashwood pack moved around me, in the cautious glances cast toward me from both pack members and warriors. Everyone knew I was a Lynix now. Everyone understood the danger I carried, the power that set me apart, and the value that made me a target. It was exhausting just to breathe freely in my own home… well my mates home really.Thane and I had thrown ourselves into the investigation. Every day we pored over scraps of intelligence, cross-referencing everything the rogue spy had relayed with what Thane’s underground informants could dig up. The rogue’s message about returning to the Black Moon pack hung over us like a storm cloud, unresolved and menacing. He was essential to understanding the enemy, but sending him back was a gamble, one we still didn’t fully trust.“This leads nowhere,” Thane muttered for the third time that mornin

Caspian's POV The air at Ashwood Pack had changed the moment we returned from the dungeon. Kieran’s presence was everywhere: patrols doubled, wards reinforced, every corner of the territory inspected and re-inspected. Even standing outside their gates, I could feel the tension rippling from their walls. His pack wasn’t just cautious, they were on edge, the scent of vigilance thick in the air. Guards had searched all around for the maid that had given Daniel the food but even after torturing her, she seems not to know anything about the poison in itI could feel Kieran’s eyes on me, sharp and tense, like he could see every thought swirling behind my own. Ashwood Pack had always been safe, controlled, but now? The murder of Daniel made that impossible to ignore. Every instinct in me screamed that we shouldn’t stay.“Kieran,” I said, voice low, but steady. My wolf pulsed beneath my skin, restless, eager to defend, to hunt. “Ashwood isn’t safe for our mate… ” I glanced at Nalani, her gree

Nalani's POV The forest clearing opened before us like a breath the world had been holding in, wide, quiet, bathed in soft golden morning light. Halestone’s woods weren’t like the ones back home. The trees here stretched higher, older, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind in a language that belonged to wolves long before any of us were born. Moss lay thick underfoot, plush as velvet, and sunlight spilled between the branches in warm, unbroken beams.Caspian inhaled deeply beside me, eyes half closed. “This place… I used to come here as a pup whenever the pack felt too loud.” His voice softened, almost reverent. “It was the one place no one followed.”Kieran chuckled. “You mean the place you hid from everyone. Especially the elders.”Caspian shot him a glare. “I didn’t hide. I was avoiding unnecessary conversations.”“Like when they wanted to lecture you about breaking windows?” Kieran nudged him.“That window broke itself,” Caspian muttered.I laughed, a sound that felt lighter

Nalani’s POVDays passed in a blur of grey.I barely left my room.Every morning felt the same… heavy, suffocating, wrapped in a grief that settled deep in my bones. Thane’s face… his voice… the way he died in my arms… it replayed over and over until I felt like I was in it.I barely slept or ate just…existed…My mates stayed with me through it all.Caspian spent hours sitting with his back against the headboard while I lay curled against him, my cheek pressed to his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His fingers stroked my red locks, slow and gentle, patient with every tear I refused to shed.Kieran lay on my other side, warm and solid, arm draped around my waist. Every now and then he would press a soft kiss to my shoulder, or nudge his nose against my neck the way wolves do when their mate hurts.Neither pushed me.Neither lectured me.They simply stayed.But their worry was a weight of its own.“You need to eat, tiger” Kieran murmured softly one afternoon, b

Nalani's POV The words hung in the air, heavy, impossible.“Brother…”My body froze. My wolf bristled, muscles taut beneath my skin, claws itching to shred the world around me. Yet I stayed rooted, eyes locked on him. My mind screamed betrayal, confusion, disbelief. Every instinct I had screamed at me to run, to fight, to demand proof, but part of me… part of me longed to hear more.“How?” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper, trembling with disbelief. “How is that even possible?”He studied me, calm and unflinching. His dark eyes, sharp and observant, held a storm I hadn’t anticipated. “Our mother,” he said quietly, reaching behind him. “She… she gave you away when you were born.” He extended a hand, holding an object that immediately caught my attention.It was old, leather-bound, worn around the edges. A journal. It had the smell of time and ink mixed faintly with that scent of tulips, and it made my chest tighten.“It’s hers,” he said, placing it gently in my hands. “Our mo