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She should have trusted herself sooner. ‘You trust me now. That’s all that matters.’ And that was the last thing in her head before Nia completely took over. Fury silenced everything except the heartbeats of her enemies. Her claws were still lengthening when she turned and swiped the giant Hunter with both hands, leaving bloody stripes across his chest. The scent of his blood was a trigger. Something switched off in her head, and she lurched violently into a sea of darkness. There was no gentleness, no compassion. No mercy.

The Sun’s Fury was a warship built for speed and violence. Its hull was plated in gold-flecked steel, and its sails caught the relentless tropical wind, driving us deeper into the Dragon's Tooth Archipelago. I stood at the prow, the salt spray stinging my face. I was back in uniform, not my Onyx General’s blacks, but a lightweight linen tunic and trousers Kaelen had provided, dyed a deep crimson. A borrowed sword hung at my hip.

"ELIAN!" The roar shattered the assault like a thunderclap, reverberating through the stone and shaking dust from the ceiling. The corridor's far wall erupted inward, chunks of masonry hurtling aside as Kael burst through, a tempest of fury incarnate. His crimson eyes blazed like twin infernos, slit pupils dilated wide, and his aura expanded outward in a palpable wave of dominance—air thickening, knees weakening for any lesser wolf in range. Claws extended from his fingers, black and razor-sharp, as his frame seemed to swell with unleashed power.

I hate crying. But they came regardless, hot tears burning tracks down my face, dripping onto the table. *...*...*...*...*...*...* The sun hung low over the private airstrip where four sleek, black jets idled with their engines humming. Nikolai strode forward with Viktor at his side, their boots thudding against the pavement in unison. Viktor, ever the stoic enforcer, scanned the perimeter with narrowed eyes, his massive frame ready for anything.

Eager to berate the other squad, they were giving Flame thumbs-down signs. Flame was an arrogant person. He was a member of Wolf’s Fang, so he was used to looking down upon the other squads, especially Squad 4 that was the weakest link. How could he stand being mocked by these people? He lost his temper instantly and let out a wild animus roar, then he began to unleash a ferocious attack at Zayn once again.

I heard cabinets opening, the solid thunk of a refrigerator door. I looked at Gavin. He looked back, completely unmoved. "I have a shift tomorrow at seven," I said. "The mascot contract pays my rent. If I miss it, I lose the contract. If I lose the contract, I lose building access. I need that job." "You don't," Lucian said. "Excuse me?" "You're not putting that suit on again." He said it the way he called plays. Final. Already decided. "Your employment with the Fury organization as a mascot is over."

"Let's get to work." Tate walked in wearing his training gear and glanced at his wrist watch and then looked at me. He was about to get the shock of his life because he had no idea that Ember was back and so were my powers. He smirked at me. "Come at me Freya and show me what you've got because I want to see your determination." I nodded quietly. I stretched out my fingers and released a wave of flames sending them in his direction and I saw his eyes widen in shock.

‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY,’’ ‘’I AM FURY.’’ The phrase rambled on much to the shock of Donovan. Of course, he was no stranger to the notorious phrase which had been the badge of the mystery killer that had been running amok through the city. In this moment, Donovan could only perceive danger close by. His sense of suspicion was aroused as he shot a look down the isle to examine the surrounding space, but everything seemed quite all right. Again he shifted his gaze towards the bunk where Natasha had been lying only to realise a vacant bunk. Alas, Natasha was no longer in her bed space. She had vanished out of sight. This time, Donovan was startled to death even as the receiver rambled on in

It was always yours. The duel stretched long, brutal. Her opponent fought like a wolf with nothing to lose—snapping, tearing, dragging her down again and again. Her breath came ragged. Her body screamed and then, something broke. The Fury roared to life. It burned through her muscles, through her lungs, through her very bones. Fire and shadow spilling from her like wings unfurled, her eyes lit with that primal blaze of power no council decree could deny. She struck. A blur of claws, of teeth, of force that wasn’t just hers but something older, deeper, carried in her bloodline. The courtyard lit with the violence of it, wolves stumbling back, shielding their eyes from the storm and when it cl

Fury roared in wordless exultation, his own spirit blazing with predatory possession so absolute it threatened to unravel my restraints and burst free in an unstoppable tsunami of dominance. With an ear splitting boom, the facility's entrance shattered before my unstoppable charge. Fury was in complete control now, our unified purpose obliterating all desires for subtlety. He would not be denied from claiming his birthright, not when the ultimate culmination of our species' upward ascent pulsed so tantalizingly close! Shrieks and panicked screams echoed through the sterile corridors as I barged ahead, riding the currents of Fury's unearthly senses toward the epicenter pulsing brighter with e