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The motorcade rolled up in front of Laurel Tower, and several black SUVs stopped one after another. The engines shut off as men in dark tactical gear stepped out.Johnson climbed out last. He straightened his shirt and looked up at the tower, staring at the building with a mixture of greed and resentment.“This should have been mine,” he said. “It was always supposed to be mine.”Taros walked over and looked toward the entrance. “Is this the place?”“Yes.” Johnson pointed at the tower. “This belongs to my family, but that bitch Valkira came in and ruined everything. She took what was supposed to be ours. I’m still pissed about it.”Taros glanced at him. “And she’s not here?”“No. But I heard her mother, Helen, arrived this morning.”Johnson looked back at the tower, a slow smile spreading across his face. “ We can start with her.”Taros nodded, and they headed through the glass doors of Laurel Tower. Inside, employees moved around the bright, spacious lobby until they noticed the arme

Taros waved his hand, and several of his men charged at Valkira, shouting as they rushed her.“It is your honor to die at the hands of experts like us!”Valkira waited until they were close before dropping into a fighting stance. With a quick flick of her wrist, razor-sharp black claws slid from her hands. She raised them slightly and faced the men coming straight at her.One of the men swung the iron mace at Valkira’s shoulder with all his strength. She raised her forearm and caught the blow.The mace struck with a loud metallic screech that made the windows rattle. A few pieces of paint dropped from the ceiling, but Valkira barely moved.The man pulled the mace back and stared at her. He had expected to break her arm, but she was still standing there as if nothing had happened.“What the hell?” he shouted. “How is that possible?”Valkira flicked her wrist, and black claws slid from her knuckles, catching the light. The man barely had time to pull the mace back before she went for hi

The sky was clear when they left the estate, the blue stretching across the city as sunlight reflected off the windows of the buildings around them. But by the time Valkira stepped out of Laurel Tower, dark clouds had already covered the sky. The wind had picked up, and the air felt hot and heavy against her skin. A storm was brewing. The convoy moved through the city with Valkira sitting beside Helen in the back seat while Chris drove. For a while, Helen watched the buildings pass by the window, but as they got farther from the city, the traffic became lighter and the streets grew quieter. Soon, the wide roads gave way to narrow, uneven ones lined with trees, and gravel began crunching beneath the tires as they made their way toward the cemetery. Thirty minutes later, the convoy pulled up outside the National Cemetery. The old gates stood ahead, rusted and crooked beneath the dark clouds that had swallowed the sky. Valkira stepped out and looked toward the cemetery as the wind sw

Rain came down hard over the cemetery, soaking the ground around the old granite headstone. Joseph knelt in the mud, his hands shaking as Valkira held the wet paper in front of him and put a pen in his hand.“Sign it,” she said.Joseph stared at the page, but the rain had already smeared Helen’s handwriting. He could barely make out some of the names. His hand shook around the pen as he lowered it to the bottom of the page and started writing.He slowly wrote his name, but the wet paper made the ink spread almost as soon as it touched the page. By the time he finished, parts of his signature were already running.Joseph lowered the pen and looked at the page.Chris stepped through the mud and stopped beside Joseph. He grabbed Joseph’s hand, pressed his thumb against the open wound on his forehead, and held it there until blood covered his fingertip. Then he pressed the bloody thumb onto the bottom of the page, leaving a clear red mark beside Joseph’s signature.“Good,” Chris said, let

The room was warm and dim, with the chandelier above the long mahogany table casting a soft light over the six Alphas. Seven leather chairs surrounded the table, but one was still empty at the far end.Nathan sat at the head of the table, his gold rings tapping against the polished wood as he watched the others. He had just finished speaking, and the men were still thinking over his words.One Alpha leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin as he frowned at the map. Another picked up one of the papers on the table and read through it again, as if hoping he had missed something. The Alpha beside him remained quiet, his arms folded tightly across his chest.No one was in a hurry to respond. Nathan was the veteran Alpha of Blackwood Pack, and everyone at the table knew how much influence he carried.Fred leaned forward, placing both hands on the table as he looked from one Alpha to the next. “So, none of you know who summoned us here either?” he asked.Kelvin, the Alpha of the Obsidian