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Sir Brak is telling me how Master Xaulfur decided to live there since his bloodthirsty, possessed nature will not let him mingle with other humans. “And does it help; the seclusion?” I ask as Sir Brak opens the front door to usher me. Katelyn once made me picture Japanese buildings to be low and thatched, but with my eyes, I could see that the demon lunatic adopted Australian-styled buildings—not what I expected to see. “Seclusion does little or nothing; once in a while Xaulfur bursts out of his den and attacks. Thankfully, we have the witch, Marretje, to keep him in check.”

And what happened next had changed everything. A golden wolf. Finn had read about them in ancient texts but had never believed they were real. Wolves with fur like precious metal. Wolves with power beyond anything normal werewolves could imagine. And now he knew the truth. Aurora was not just Arthur's mate. She was something far more dangerous. A knock came at Finn's door. "Enter," he called. Arthur stepped into the room with tired eyes. "I need an update on any developments with Silas." Finn kept his face blank. "There are no new developments. Our scouts have not seen him or his men."

“Furcans. Gamma prodigies. They don’t belong here.” Furcans. The word hung in the air like a ratchet breed of wolves. Gustav’s beet-red eyes stayed locked on mine, leaving me uneasy. I chewed on my lips, mulling over that word. I was confused. “What is a furcan?” Mistrust bloomed, and I withdrew a dagger from my utility belt. I stooped in front of Gustav to position the blade at his throat. “Don’t bullshit me, or I will slit your throat. Have you seen them before?”

Fur. I shift and drop my pack, then pluck the fluffy hunk of wolf fur off a bramble bush and roll it between my fingers. White, which can only mean Frost. Kian and Malix have much darker coloring. It feels like satin between my fingers and summons up memories of the man it belonged to. His fur makes the void inside me scream. I think of Frost with his silky soft, pale blond hair sweeping against his sharp cheekbones. Those piercing blue eyes like the heart of a glacier. Or the heart of an iceberg, more aptly, given how destructive he’s been in my life.

“I heard something.” The Alpha’s expression hardened. “What?” “I don’t know.” The answer frustrated her. Because she wasn’t lying. The voice had vanished almost instantly. Leaving behind only a strange feeling. Like moonlight. Like silver light. Like something watching her. Froz didn’t like it. Not one bit. That evening— The White Fang Palace library was unusually crowded. Ancient books covered an entire table. Scrolls. Maps. Records. Documents. Everything Froz had gathered during the last few days. Metro adjusted his glasses. The mountain of books concerned him.

"I... well, that's certainly... Alpha Yuri Donovitch, please join Luna Rhea in the center!" Yuri steps forward with a grace that makes me want to tear him apart limb by limb. His face is carefully neutral, but I catch the slight upward tilt at the corner of his mouth like satisfaction, maybe even triumph. He takes his place beside Rhea, and something passes between them, a look of understanding that twists my gut into knots. My wolf is in a frenzy now, clawing at my insides, demanding I reclaim what's mine. I dig my nails into my palms, feeling the sharp sting as they break skin. Control. I need control.

" Hastings received a knowing nod from Lucian. Hastings laughed. Yes, my sniffer is malfunctioning. Lucian received a patch of red fur from Deputy Jorgenson. It was clinging to some brambles, and it smells unmistakably like a red lupus garou. Lucian turned to face his troops. It is new. He must be a prince, by God. "Same as the one I smelled." Hastings directed a glare at the deputy. Post 24-hour security for the woman, Lucian advised.

Celeste had never been one to get her hands dirty. Throughout her life, she had always relied on manipulation, charm, and subtlety to get what she wanted. But this time was different. This time, her back was against the wall, and she couldn’t afford to trust anyone else to handle the job. Not when Furina had slipped through her fingers and Antoine was growing suspicious of her every move. This was personal now, and Celeste was determined to make a point.

Pearl wanted so much to punch. And just like that, Pearl’s curiosity was doused with cold water by his ridiculous cockiness. "Not curious at all. If you’ll remember, you’re the one without magical furs." She slipped out of his hands and opened the door. "Everyone knows werewolves are praised for their furs. The magical furs signal an alpha, a protector, and a truly prized beast. You’re… an asshole. What does that signal?" His brows lowered over his pretty eyes. Just as she was about to walk out, Finn finally speaks.

For a brief moment Alistair's eyes widened with shock as his eyes fell on the book but he quickly recovered, the reaction was gone too quickly for Audrey to take notice of. Carefully he took the book in his arms, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he skimmed over the book. He flips the cover, a signature at the corner of the pages catching his eye before he slams the book shut. His sudden reaction surprised Audrey to the point where she leans back, her brows dipped in confusion as she watched Alistair place the book under the piles of books he had come with. "I-it spoke about a dark beast that had reduced the city to ashes, an old spirit, a dark and evil being that terrorizes and comes to sp