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Deep, guttural, and unmistakably inhuman. “Something’s here,” I said, my voice low. Kade nodded, his stance shifting, ready to fight. “Not something. Someone.” Out of the shadows stepped a figure cloaked in darkness, their eyes glowing an eerie, unnatural blue. Their presence was suffocating, their power radiating like a storm about to break. “Well, well,” the stranger said, their voice dripping with mockery. “The infamous alphas and their little mate. How… quaint.” Aria’s gasp was barely audible, but I heard it. Felt it.

"Sean Olaire." The owner of the voice, Sean Olaire, grinned at them evilly. "Well, hello. It's an honor to finally meet the rest of the Five Leaf Clover." He glanced at his shoulder and smirked. "But unfortunately, you will not meet again. Your fellow bargained you, two, for this useless woman." A witch cackled as she threw a familiar wounded woman at their feet. She groaned and coughed, her body was visibly shaking because of her white armor tattered and ruined. Her bare skin were full of bruises and wounds. Her black hair covered her face.

The gravity of what they were about to face hung heavy in the air. In the Clan’s meeting room, they sat around a large oak table, each warrior silently steeling himself. Aiden was the first to speak, his voice a calm resolve despite the dark emotions stirring within him. “Last night, I received an email from DVV. They managed to get a hold of some critical intel on the Shadows. The leader… is my father, Gregory Barysh.”

“Oh, that’s Zade. He’s here. We had a meeting.” “Oh!” Her tone brightens. “Am I on speakerphone?” Lucas laughs. “Yes, Mom.” “Well hello, Zade,” she says warmly. “How are you?” “I’m good, Mrs. Blackwood,” I reply. “How are you?” “Can’t complain.” Right as she says it, the office door opens again. Clover walks back in. She hears the voice immediately. “Hey, Mom!” Lauren laughs happily. “Hey, my sweet girl!” Clover grins.

Her soft voice was cool as she spoke and I blinked up at her, taking her hands at the end of it all. “Clover.” The sound of that crisp voice made me freeze up right as I stood. “What are you doing here?” He strode towards us with his aura of power clinging to him. My wolf perked up at the proximity to her mate. “Alpha Valens.” The girl, Clover, tipped her neck to the side to show her respect for her alpha. He ignored her greeting, fixing his stern gaze on her without moving until she squirmed and spoke. “Jabari said you found your mate.”

Gordon smiles, standing beside the child, the devil on his shoulder. “I am the Black Wolf,” Ashley says, utterly devoid of feeling. Oh f*ck, no.

Her stepmom always knew her favorites, even when it comes to food preference. “Cyrill was still roasting the pork belly over there, Rosie.” Anastasia Arryn’s voice never failed to better lift the mood of Rozelyn. She sounded like a female disk jockey and Emilia Clarke’s voice combined when talking. “Your voice is like a lark singing in the ebony dark,” Rozelyn spoke poetically. “Your graceful way of talking to people makes anyone who comes in contact with you think twice if the sweet Anaztasia Arryn was really just an ordinary girl or the ever-blooming Goddess of Voices and Happiness.”

He nodded once. I answered. "Alpha Cole." The voice was smooth. "I think it's time we had a conversation about your borders." A pause, timed perfectly. "And your new bride." I kept my face completely still and my voice completely flat. "Who is this." "My name is Elias Blackthorn," the voice said. "I believe you know my pack." I looked at Damian across the desk. His expression had gone very controlled. I kept the phone to my ear and said nothing and let the silence do the work silence does, which is make the other person show more than they planned to.

“High-strung,” I said. “He’s…” I glanced at him. “He’s in need of someone who doesn’t give a damn about who he is.” My phone started to ring in my office. I hummed. “Hold that thought.” I headed back to my office and grabbed my phone. "Charles Blackwood speaking," I said, my tone steady. The man on the other end wasted no time. "Your Majesty. I am Chief Asher of the Stormclaw Clan."

Standing in front of me was a hazy figure, cloaked in a dark black cloak that covered the being from head to toe. The owner of the voice stood a few feet away from me, looking at me curiously. “So is that her? That girl?” I was confused, why was this being suddenly talking to me in 3rd person? Maybe, I had taken a hit to my head. I groaned as I tried to muster the energy to push myself off the ground and back on my feet. The voice was shrill and seemed surprised to find me. Somehow I felt that the being was disappointed in me though I did not even know why.