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The final moment of the race was a contest between Lauren, Wanda, and another top rider. Lauren pushed herself to the front, her brows furrowed in fierce concentration. “She’s going to lose,” I whispered, smiling. Kendra looked puzzled. I knew every expression Lauren could make in every circumstance. She couldn’t hold on. No sooner had I spoken than Lauren faltered. Wanda crossed the line first, followed closely by the other rider. Lauren crashed heavily onto the ground, and the riders behind her surged forward, pushing her rank off the first page entirely.

But as Dax leaned me back against the cabin’s cedar siding, his hand sliding up to tangle in my hair, the Norton’s alarm chirped a sharp, discordant note that shattered the moment. The sapphire light of the Engine began to flicker, turning a violent, aggressive red. "Dax," I panted, pulling back. "Something is pinging the frequency." From the tree line of the fiber-optic pines, a single rider emerged. This wasn't an Aegis drone or a federal agent. The bike was a raw, skeletal thing a stripped-down streetfighter that looked like it had been built from the wreckage of a dozen different machines. The rider wore a vest I didn't recognize: a snarling wolf's head, but with its eyes stitched shut i

“Who are you, and why did you choose me to help you?” A slow smile curved his mouth. “I didn’t choose you. The Moon Goddess did. You were simply in the right place at the right time.” He paused, the smile softening into something almost sheepish. “I’m Flynn, by the way. I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier.” I narrowed my eyes, recognition clicking into place. “I know you. You are the jerk who almost hit me with his car the other day, then threw money at me like it could fix everything.”

Then the words and pictures begin to register. Flynn, with a blonde woman in a red dress.His arm around her as they walk toward his car. There's another photo of him helping her out of the passenger seat in front of an apartment building. The headline flashes like a slap across my face: Star Forward Flynn Rivers Caught Leaving Club With Mystery Woman ‘Diamond’ My mouth goes dry. “What the hell is this?” I whisper. Lily’s expression is a mix of pity and disgust. “Exactly what it looks like. Flynn is just another one of those athlete types, playboys. They’re all the same. You think he’s different, but he’s not.”

“You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.” I looked down, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “And what about you?” “What about me?” “What did you want, Nolan? Before the weight of a crown and a pack?” He hesitated. I could see it, the flicker of something behind his eyes, the ghost of a younger man he used to be. “I never really had the luxury of wanting,” he said. “From the moment I shifted, everything was duty. The Alpha’s seat was mine before I could even decide what kind of man I wanted to be.”

Lyra My father is a respected husband and father, a model citizen, a role model to the youth, and a revered elder of our pack. Yet from the first day I was born, he wanted me dead. I thought getting married to Alpha Damian was going to protect me from him, but his long hands of hatred still reached me there. And now, because of him, my husband wants me dead. My name is Elyra Forte and I am on the run. My breath came in ragged gasps, each step sending sharp jolts of pain through my body. The weight of my pregnancy slowed me down, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t risk being caught—not now, not ever.

Even though the Apex Clan had chosen to remain in seclusion, they would not allow others to wreak havoc in Aurelia, even if they were outmatched. Henry, who was supposed to have arrived long ago, was still nowhere to be seen. Flynn could not help but find Henry's absence arrogant and disrespectful. Given Henry's young age, Flynn doubted Henry's strength compared to his own. After all, Flynn possessed the Phoenix Bloodline, one of the two most powerful bloodlines in existence. Although he had not undergone enlightenment, his talents were exceptional. Just as Flynn was criticizing Henry inwardly, he sensed a familiar energy approaching—the unmistakable presence of a Phoenix Bloodline. He turne

He assured her. Hunter roared the engine to life as Draken's men cleared the road—Draken's car along with three Fortuners were right behind Hunter's car. They reached the North Pack safely. Aurora was sick and it was related to her being a hybrid. She often goes through this pain but this time it wasn't that severe thanks to her wolf. Hunter stayed there with Aurora for a while but he couldn't bring his mind to rest. "You should get yourself treated," Draken said, noticing blood on Hunter's back. Hunter shook his head. Getting himself treated was the last thing on his mind.

Flynn decided that it was enough for me to pretend not to feel cold, and stood up, offering me his hand. Without saying anything, I accepted the outstretched palm and let him guide me back to the car. In the twilight of the night, the truck looked like a crouched animal, and as Flynn approached it, and his back moved before my eyes, I had the impression of seeing the tamer of a beast going to meet his wild animal. He opened the passenger door and only let go of my hand when I was already sitting and protected from the cold. He sat next to me and turned on the light at the top between us, but he made no mention that he would start the car.

Flynn was Griffin's senior from training camp, and they both held important roles in Wyvern Peak. With the addition of his men, the entire unit was strengthened. When the others saw him, they yelled, "Welcome back, Flynn!" More than two thousand men, including Flynn, joined the fight with daggers in hand. They shouted strenuously as they battled the enemies. When Gloria saw the situation, she quickly said through the communicator, "Firestorm, take the injured to the helicopter now. The rest of you, provide cover fire and protect the helicopter until it takes off."