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The executive boardroom was on the top floor of the building, far enough above the streets that the noise below barely reached it. A large mahogany table took up most of the center of the room. The windows stretched from floor to ceiling, but the heavy blinds were pulled shut, keeping out the noon sunlight and leaving the room dim.The air conditioner hummed from the ceiling vents, but it did little to cool the room. The heat seemed to build with the tension in the room, leaving sweat on people's foreheads and collars as they sat in silence. Nobody said a word. Even the ticking of the wall clock sounded unusually loud.Bruce sat at the head of the table, staring straight ahead without saying a word. His face had gone pale under the yellow lights, and his hands rested flat on the polished wood, his knuckles tense.The other board members shifted in their leather chairs, some wiping their damp palms on their trousers. They kept looking at Bruce, waiting for him to say something or tell

Huston stood in the middle of the ruined boardroom, his broken wrist hanging at an awkward angle. Blood dripped from his split knuckles onto the carpet, but he didn't seem bothered by it. He looked at Valkira with a wide grin.“I was starting to wonder if you had the guts to show up, Valkira.”Behind him, the remaining Ruby Syndicate men exchanged uneasy looks and started whispering among themselves. They all knew about the huge bounty Lucas had placed on Valkira's head.Lucas had put a hundred million dollars on Valkira's head.The number was enough to make men do stupid things. It had already drawn killers and bounty hunters from across the continent, and now the person behind that bounty was standing right in front of them.The soldiers looked at Valkira, then at each other. One quietly reached inside his vest and gripped the handle of his knife. Another rested his hand on the pistol at his waist.Nobody needed to say what they were thinking. A hundred million dollars was standing

The boardroom went so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone sucked in a breath, including the injured Ruby Syndicate men who had been groaning on the floor. Even they went silent as every eye turned toward the decorated officer standing there in a flawless military salute, his posture straight and his hand held firmly against his temple.The Border Military District wasn't just another pack outpost. It was the largest and most powerful military base on the entire werewolf continent, with forces stationed across territories and soldiers who answered only to their own chain of command. They didn't take orders from local Alphas, the High Council, or anyone involved in pack politics.Being named its Commander-in-Chief meant having the authority to mobilize troops from any military zone on the mainland without having to ask for permission. That kind of power made the local pack disputes look small. Mafia money meant very little compared to it, and suddenly all the money Huston had

The morning sun was still low over the Imperial Medical Center, throwing long shadows across the concrete as Valkira stood at the edge of the grounds. Behind her, the huge hospital building was almost painfully bright in the morning light. Its spotless white walls looked strangely out of place after everything that had happened inside.A long line of military vehicles waited on the road in front of her. Black armored trucks stretched down the asphalt, with soldiers standing beside the open doors and waiting for her orders. They simply stood there, watching Valkira and waiting to see what she would do next.Liam stood at the front of the convoy, his uniform neat and his boots freshly polished. The years he'd spent in combat were easy to see on his weathered face. When he spotted Valkira walking toward him, he stepped forward to meet her, stopped a few paces away, raised his hand in salute, then lowered it as he prepared to speak in his usual formal manner.“Commander, thank you for you

Cold wind swept through the mountain peaks, rattling the wooden shutters and carrying snow against the walls. At the far edge of Silvermoon territory, a small stone house sat against the gray rock, with a narrow path leading up to its door. Smoke curled from the chimney, and the warm glow of the fire showed through the small windows.In the courtyard, Lucas sat opposite an elderly werewolf. The old man was none other than Elder Wyatt, the powerful veteran expert the wizards had called their master.Lucas leaned across the wooden table. “Elder Wyatt, I’m sorry to bother you with this personally, but I really don’t have another option. As long as Valkira is alive, I won’t be able to move forward with my plans. I need you to deal with her for me.”He paused, watching Wyatt’s face. “You’re the only person I can trust to get it done.”Wyatt waved a hand, his thick, yellowed fingernails looking more like claws than nails. “There’s no need to be so polite, Alpha Lucas. You helped me three ye