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Elara asked. "To the Citadel of the Shards," Vane replied, standing at the helm. "The Borealis explosion scattered the Ice Core's frequency across the northern ley lines. We’ve built a collection array. With you at the center, we can broadcast a stabilization pulse that will cure the Glitched and unify the Packs." "And the boys?" "They are in the Warrens," Vane said, not looking at her. "Our sensors show they survived the mine collapse. They are safe, Elara. But they are no longer your pack. You have a new circle now."

A cold white mist spread rapidly, and within moments, the temperature plummeted to negative fifty degrees. I screamed desperately for help, but no one answered. At first, I could still hear faint voices outside the door, but my pleas were met with nothing but indifference. "Alpha Kenneth ordered you to reflect on your actions, Luna Irene. Please don’t make things difficult for us.” "Just open the door! The freezer powered back on. It’s too cold and dark in here. Get the pack's healer now!” However, nobody responded outside. They had all left. I wrapped my arms around myself and searched for anything to keep warm.

“Tell me the location, Zephyr. Right now. I need to get to my babies.” Zephyr glanced at me briefly, then back to his screens. His fingers moved faster. “Working on it,” he said calmly, though his tone had sharpened with focus. “The Shadowveil is still active, but I can give you the physical location it’s shielding. It’s not far — an old abandoned warehouse complex on the edge of neutral territory, about forty minutes from here if you move fast.”

Let's start over, alright? I rose from my seat and walked to the window. The window looked out over the Riverdale Military District's training grounds. The recruits were undergoing night drills, the faint echo of their marching chants drifting into the room. "Nathan," I called out without turning around. "Do you remember the first mission we carried out together?" He froze.

Persephone growled, burning one of them. “Seems like this, dammit.” Zen hissed, his arm was already injured but he barely managed to save himself. “You guys go ahead. I will deal with it. Take Tristan away before he loses his mind again.” Freya said, holding her sword firmly, licking her lips in electrification. Near death experiences made her excited. She stabbed her sword in the nothingless, casting a spell, “Frozen!” Ice began to emerge from the ground, freezing the barghest surrounding them. Persephone used her flames to stop the ice from reaching them as they continued to run towards the other side.

“Then let me out. Let me go back to them, you’ve got what you wanted.” He chuckled, leaning against the wall of my cell, his long limbs forming strange, unnatural angles. “That’s not how this works. Our hatch is shut now. The Freeze is here, nothing anyone can do now. We only just finished unloading when spears of ice started launching at us.” I’d heard the javelins of ice, compacted together by the wind on their way down but never seen them. My cautious parents will have definitely locked down. “Has she been any trouble?” nudging my guard who simply shook his head.

Boulder rumbled, his tawny form tackling a wraith, claws raking, the crimson glow fading, the valley’s wind howling, the icy ground trembling, Jasper’s warmth a shield, the Frostborn Echoes a challenge, the pack’s legacy a song. Lila’s voice was urgent, her charcoal stick scratching against the parchment, hazel eyes darting between the shard and her scroll, her fingers smudged with frost, the wind making her hands shake, but her resolve firm, the shard’s hum a rhythm she’d break, the icy ground crunching, the valley’s wind howling, the crimson glow of the runes pulsing faster, the creek’s ice reflecting the light, the monoliths’ shadows lengthening, her courage a quiet flame, the Frostborn E

she whispered. I smiled, brushing a hand against her arm carefully. “Good.” —— Half an hour later, I was buried in reports when Rian burst in, lungs burning. “You good?” I asked without looking up. “Alpha,” Rian said sharply, cutting through the room’s stillness. “We’ve got a problem.” My head snapped up, wolf on high alert. “What kind of problem?” “Rogues.” His eyes were grim. “They’re attacking again. This time, they’ve crossed the eastern border.”

he murmured, as she guided his physical frame out into the exterior open air. An hour later, Val and Mariana were settling their anatomical weight directly into the premium leather seats behind the glass, and game two of the seven-game postseason series was precisely primed to initiate. The overhead stadium illumination dimmed into total darkness, and the athletic pack warriors surged onto the frozen surface of the ice sheet. Val instantly zeroed his optical tracking onto Finn Reyes, logging the precise manner in which the star alpha was systematically auditing the spectator brackets. Is his internal wolf actively hunting for my coordinates?

a voice whispered. It was a small, trembling sound—the kind of sound a rabbit makes when it's cornered by a pack of wolves. I straightened up, my skin prickling. I didn't think; I just moved. I didn't care that I didn't have a stitch of clothes on. I didn't care that my knuckle tattoos were still red from the cold. I followed the sound toward the back, my bare feet silent on the rubber matting. Miller and two of the freshmen were crowded around a corner. They were laughing, Miller’s large hand braced against a locker, pinning something—someone—into the shadows.