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Nalani's POV It has been fifteen hours.Fifteen hours since I’d last felt Caspian’s steady presence at my back or Kieran’s restless energy brushing against mine like a living thing. Fifteen hours since the bond had stretched… taut enough to ache.I sat on the edge of the bed, the journal heavy in my hands, unopened since the night before.The bond hummed beneath my skin.Caspian’s fury simmered like a banked fire…controlled, dangerous. He was searching. Calculating. Every second I stayed away only sharpened him.Kieran was worse.His emotions slammed into me in chaotic bursts… anger, worry, irritation, relief that I was alive, then anger all over again. He hated being kept in the dark. And me?I hated being away from them.The truth settled heavy in my chest: I wasn’t finding peace here. I wasn’t finding clarity. It felt like the more I found out things about myself the more… hidden things there were.Zeph knocked once before pushing the door open.“You didn’t sleep,” he said, not ac

Nalani's POV The morning after the hidden room felt fragile, like the world had tilted overnight and we were all still finding our balance.I woke up tangled between Caspian and Kieran, their arms heavy across me, their breathing deep and even. For a few stolen minutes I let myself stay there, listening to the twin rhythms of their hearts, feeling the bond hum soft and content. No nightmares. No grief sharp enough to cut. Just them.But reality waited outside the door.The Council's summon was still hanging over me. A formal ceremony to present the title and honors for winning the tournament. The one where I had fought, bled, and claimed my place as the first female victor in years. It should have happened weeks ago, but the attacks, the deaths, the merging of packs had delayed everything.Now the date was reset. Tomorrow. At the old Council Hall in a neutral territory.Caspian and Kieran could not come.Border tensions had flared overnight, scouts reported strange movements and thre

Nalani’s POVHours blurred in the dim light of the cell, my body aching from the forced transformation, silver blood still tingling in my veins like a faint echo of power. Zeph remained unconscious across from me, his battered form barely rising with each shallow breath, chest rattling wetly in the silence. The facility hummed around us, distant alarms flickering occasionally on the corridor panels, red lights pulsing like warnings no one heeded. But no rescue came. Not yet.My wrists burned where the chains had bitten during the shift, skin raw even as my healing worked slowly against the neural inhibitors. The bent bed creaked beneath me whenever I shifted, a reminder of how close I had come to breaking free. The bond with Caspian and Kieran throbbed in my chest, stronger now, their rage a living flame licking at the edges of my mind. They were closer. Searching. Tearing through whatever stood in their way. I clung to that feeling like a lifeline, whispering their names silently, wi

Kieran’s POVThree days.It's been three endless, gut-wrenching days since we carried her out of that hellhole, her silver blood soaking through my shirt, warm at first, then cold as her body went limp in my arms. Nalani hadn’t opened her eyes since Jade’s knife carved that deep line across her throat. The wound had closed…barely, leaving a jagged, angry scar that glowed faintly silver even now, but the healing was wrong. Slow. Painfully slow. Nothing like the way she had healed before.She lay in our bed, pale against the dark sheets, breathing shallow but steady. I hadn’t left her side for more than minutes at a time, holding her hand, brushing damp hair from her forehead, talking to her even when she couldn’t answer.Caspian, on the other hand, couldn’t stay still. He paced the halls relentlessly, coordinating pack security, interrogating the survivors we’d freed, hunting any trace of Jade or that shadowed bastard in the helicopter. He threw himself into every task, barking orders,

Nalani’s POVThe party was a small but meaningful gathering, organized to celebrate the treaty that had finally sealed the alliance between Halestone and Ashwood packs.After the merge, some warriors still carried old grudges, whispers of rivalry lingering in training grounds and border patrols. This event aimed to bridge that, with shared food, music, and stories to remind everyone we were one now. The main hall of Halestone Pack House had been decorated simply but warmly, gold and silver banners hanging from the rafters, long tables set with platters of venison, fresh-baked breads, and seasonal berries harvested from both territories. Candles flickered in lanterns, casting a soft glow, while a group of musicians beat the drums others played the cello. The air smelled of roasted meat and wood smoke, voices rising in conversation as pack members arrived, dressed in their finest.I stood near the entrance, smoothing the fabric of my dress, silk whispering against my skin like a lover's