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But nothing was working like it used to. If there was anyone I wanted to avoid, it was Grayson. Always had been. Sure, maybe I'd judged him harshly. But for good reason—that's what I'd tell myself. Those charges against him—whatever they were—never made it into the news, and yet, I believed knew enough about him. I'd hated the way he could punch someone into near unconsciousness without a flicker of guilt. The way blood on his hands seemed trivial. And the women—God, the women. Countless, disposable. None ever mattered to him. I could list a hundred reasons I despised him. And yet... he'd started giving me reasons to like him.

I’d been tending the hydrangeas Sarah planted just last week. She said watching something grow made her feel alive again. I understood. That’s why I’d let my hands get dirty for the first time in a long time. The door of the SUV opened, and Grayson stepped out, his shoulders tense and his jaw locked. He didn’t move with his usual ease. There was a weight to him, something dragging behind his eyes like smoke that refused to clear. “It’s gone,” he said before I even asked. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t need to.

Robert POV. Dr Greyson Hawthorn is a renown medical expert. He is a werewolf who lives in the gated community here in the human world. So wolves move here to get away from pack life. Instead of going rogue, they move here for it’s safer for them to wolf out amongst the humans. The community is exclusive and only wolves can live here.

Even though I had braced myself, actually seeing those photos still made my eyes burn red as a wave of grief swallowed me whole. I forced myself to look through every message Cassandra sent. After rubbing my aching eyes, I turned off my phone and went inside to pack. There was a lot to deal with. It took me two full hours to finish sorting everything. In the end, I packed only a few changes of clothes into my suitcase. Everything else went straight into the fire pit. Among the items were ninety-nine handwritten love letters he had written for me. Even in the raw, unpolished scrawl, his love shone through. There were also the Elarian pearls he had spent a fortune winning at auction, meant to

Grayson didn't even flinch when the folder landed. Just snuffed his cigarette out and leaned forward, pale fingers flipping through page after page of his enemy's sins. "This is everything?" "It's enough." He smirked, slow and cold. "You never give everything, Valentine. But this is also enough." I didn't bother to deny it. Grayson already knew me too well. We weren't friends. We weren't brothers. We were two wolves pacing the same circle, waiting for the moment our teeth might meet. But right now?

CHAPTER 12 Incinerating the Human Bridge POV: Elara The attic of the east wing was the only place that still smelled like my life, before the fur and the fangs. It was a dusty, quiet corner. Going there reminded me that I was still human, despite everything. From the time I got married, I had lost my spark. I couldn't tell what I had become. But deep down, I knew I’d lost something. Something that was once part of me but slowly faded away, for good.

Grayson gave a short nod, his gaze fixed outside the window. His thoughts, however, weren’t on the company. They were on the girl he had seen last night—stuffing rice into her mouth like she hadn’t eaten in days, eyes lighting up over something as simple as warm food. He exhaled quietly, his brows tightening. Why was he thinking about her? He closed his eyes and leaned back, as the car sped through the quiet streets toward the private terminal. --- *Emma’s Morning* The first thing Emma noticed when she woke up was the silence.

Harvey's POV I was pretty sure I had fallen asleep during the drive but I jolted awake when I felt the truck stop I blinked severally as I looked out through the side windows before finally focusing my gaze ahead My lips parted slightly when I saw that we had stopped before a mountainous black gate that towered over the truck and made me suddenly feel so small in comparison I glanced behind through the rearview mirror and saw the red bronco truck that belonged to one of Greyson's men before I realized that we had passed them somewhere along the journey because they had been driving in front of us for about an hour after we left the Silver Moon pack. I watched quietly in a sort of trance some

Only that we'd checked every poison in the book and none of the symptoms had matched with those of the victims; which had been an almost instant total damage of the organs. Something that deadly should have been written in the book. Unless... I took noticed of the way Grayson was staring at me. Like he was trying to figure something out. "What?" I asked a little consciously. He shook his head slowly from side to side. "Nothing," He said. "It's just that a few weeks ago you weren't as really... interested in the case as you seem now." What did that even mean? I thought silently even though I knew exactly what it meant. I was getting soft around them. These creatures I had sworn never to have