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The Return to Blackwood Academy The whole of Greyhaven town boom with gossip, the murmurs of Henry’s choice still echoing through cafés, streets, and markets. Yet for Henry, the true test of his decision was not in the whispers of Greyhaven or the roars of wolves in Blue Moon, nor even in the silence of Damien Dowell’s skyscraper. It was here, in the heart of his past—at Blackwood Academy.

Like if I got this over with fast enough, it couldn’t hurt me. “Come in,” his voice called. I stepped inside. The office looked different at night. The city lights behind him made the glass walls glow. The room smelled faintly of coffee and something darker… something expensive. Leather, maybe. Cedar. Aeron Blackwood sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened slightly. He looked less like a CEO now. More like a man who didn’t sleep much and didn’t lose control. He gestured toward the chair. “Sit.”

The Traitor's Price ​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood ​The Shadow-walkers moved like liquid smoke across the ancient, slick stones of the bridge. They did not howl like the mindless Ferals we had fought at the mill. They made no sound at all, their boots silent against the mud, their crimson masks obscuring their faces as they descended upon us with terrifying, lethal precision.

Gwen’s POV: The Blackwood night was drizzling, wrapped in a thick, heavy fog. The main avenue stretched out completely deserted, devoid of a single soul. Standing beneath the yellow, flickering glow of a streetlamp, I looked up at the bleak, gray sky and gently ran my fingers through my white hair. Tonight, I was empty-handed and cast out, yet my chest felt lighter and more brimming with vitality than ever before. The ruthless world of Blackwood was out there waiting for me. But the fragile, weak Gwendolyn had already died beneath the lake last night. Now, a new chapter was officially beginning.

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

His eyes were an unsettling amber color. "Kai Sullivan?" "That's me." "I'm Garrett. Beta of the Blackwood Pack. Welcome to our territory." His nostrils flared slightly, and something shifted in his expression. "Follow me. Alpha's waiting." They walked down a winding path through dense forest. Kai noticed details as they went: the path was well-maintained but natural-looking, the trees were marked with subtle symbols, and he could swear he saw movement in the shadows that was too large to be normal wildlife.

my father’s voice interrupted my thoughts, "let us welcome the man who will help lead us into this new era. The future Alpha of the United Pack... Adrian Blackwood." The massive oak doors at the end of the hall swung wide with a bang that echoed like a gunshot. Then, he stepped in. Adrian Blackwood walked in like he owned the air in the room. He was young, probably late-twenties, but he carried a darkness that made him look a thousand years old. He was tall, built like a tank but moved with the grace of a jungle cat. He wore a black-on-black suit that probably cost more than a house, but it couldn't hide the raw, lethal power rolling off him in waves. His face was all sharp angles—a jawline

asked the black she-wolf, she was beginning began to panic. "Annihilation." Agatha's magic shot out at the black she-wolf and hit her in the head. The black she-wolf was heavily injured. She was wobbling around. Within a few minutes she was gasping for air. "Now, whoever you are, I'm coming for you. I, Agatha Grey will find you," she said to the black she-wolf. She had five tails behind her now. The black she-wolf was looking straight into Agatha's eyes. Within a few minutes of blinking her eyes, she died painfully.

The air in the Black Ridge mountains at night felt like a thousand needles against my skin. I stood at the edge of the dark forest, dressed in borrowed leathers that felt like a second skin, watching as the pack prepared. All around me, the sounds of shifting bone and tearing fabric filled the air. It was a cacophony of primal power. One by one, the warriors transformed into massive wolves—beasts the size of small horses with fur as dark as the shadows under the trees. Kaelin was among them, a sleek grey wolf with amber eyes that never left me. She growled, a low, vibrating sound that said, I am waiting for you to fail.

“Swallow your food at least before you talk.” “Yeah, pretty much,” I answered them. There was no light chatter around the table, and everyone was listening. “So it’s Blakemore or Blakewoods?” Kevin asked. “Blakemore,” said their father. “She just said Blakewoods,” said Max. “They’re two different pack?” Darren asked.