Chapter fifty one / the return of the stormDarling Kate’s povThe transition from the silent iron vault back to the mortal realm was a violent shock to the senses. The smell of burning pine, charred wood, and metallic blood hit my nose before my boots even touched the snow. The sky above our old pack territory was no longer blue; it was a bruised, unnatural shade of violet, choked by the dark magic of the Primal Wild Hunt. Flames licked the sides of the main pack house, casting long, frantic shadows across the courtyard where a desperate, bloody melee was unfolding. I squeezed Astraea tighter to my chest, my eyes instantly scanning the chaos until I locked onto the front porch. Sam was there, his face completely mask-like with blood and soot, his claws tearing into a massive fae warrior while Ophelia stood back-to-back with him, wielding a shattered silver blade. Right behind them, huddled against the front door, was little Hannah. She was the exact same size as Astraea, her chubby h
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