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She put the phone on the desk and went back to what she was doing on the laptop. ***** Prey got to the living room downstairs. She was wearing a shirt and jeans. Door opened gently and Adeline entered into the house. She called Prey on phone as she was drove inside the compound. “My friend, how are you?” Adeline said with so much excitement. Two of them hugged each other. “Look at you, you are just gloomily and beautiful. Look at you” Adeline was throwing beautiful comments to Prey. Prey was just blushing and happy to hear that.

It would be another night of smelling like a mangy wolf when all I wanted to do was chill. “You are going to like this. They are twin wolves. They think they are quick, they think they are clever.” “Is that it? Just two.” It was a very small amount compared to what she normally kills. Abby never tells me how she tracks them down. She was pretty good at it though, always finding numerous wolves each day. Maybe her birth family had been hunters??

Relief was short-lived, replaced by the ice-cold reality of what I’d have to do next. I bolted back to the car, paws digging into the snow as I shifted mid-stride. The icy air burned my lungs as I straightened, pulling my clothes on with shaking hands. My breaths formed clouds around me, but it wasn’t the cold making me tremble. It was adrenaline. I reached into the car and grabbed the bag—the one filled with everything I might need to kill someone like me. Blade soaked in wolfbane, silver-tipped bullets, enough to turn this place into a bloodbath if I had to. But that wasn’t the plan.

Adeline I'm Adeline Galdur, a twenty-year-old alpha daughter of the Nightingale Pack. I am known for being intelligent, vigorous, and brave, and I step out of the limelight and out of the shadow of the night. I grew up with my brother Daniel, who taught me self-defense, which I took seriously. For me, being a woman was never an advantage; however, I couldn't say it was a disadvantage either. I join the warriors and fighters whenever necessary and will never run to the bunker for safety. I was outgoing and wild; my defiance toward my father was evident and known to everyone.

“Or did you push her away?” I force my gaze to her. Adeline. She’s a few steps back, clutching a paper cup she hasn’t touched. Her face is a mask, tired, steady, like she’s learned to carry a mountain without breaking. The wind lifts her hair, and her scent slams into me. Sweat and sunlight, the kind that clings after chasing kids all day. But underneath? Her heat. Faint, rising, curling around my wolf like a call I can’t ignore. She’s masked it with herbs, but my bones know her. “She’s coming into her heat,” Adam growls, lust and longing tearing at me. “She still carries our bond. You smell it. I smell it. Any wolf this close would.”

he muttered. “Your book fell. I put it back on the shelf. Go get it and stop bothering me,” he said, closing his eyes. Adeline’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. She fetched her book, sat on the bed, leaned back, and resumed reading. Her eyes grew heavier and heavier. She finally set the book on the bedside table, pulled up the blanket, and closed her eyes. ***

CHIKA WHITMORE "Keep your breathing shallow and drop your shoulders, little wolf," Malik Arden whispers, his deep voice carrying a strange, heavy warmth as he slides into my private medical bunker. He places a woven container of wild forest berries directly onto my steel locker, his eyes scanning the biometric wires attached to my ribs. "The network is bleeding with poison about your rank, but the Afolayan fleet is already moving to crush the leak."

And now… “Wait.” Adeline’s voice cut through my subconscious, and I find myself peering to the outside world for the first time through her eyes. “What is it?” I asked, observing our surroundings with all my senses. “Something’s wrong.” She muttered, glancing in every direction where we stopped in the middle of the forest. Adeline waited, for a moment, and when we finally heard the sound of rustling leaves and snapping branches, our hackles lifted, eyes on full alert as she lowered her mouth to the ground.

The magic in the air like copper on the tongue. We launched into the trees, claws raking bark, eyes glowing silver in the dawn haze. Cursed wolves ahead—four of them. Misshapen. Dripping shadow. Their eyes like burned coals. They didn’t speak, didn’t growl—just lunged. I met the first with my fangs, tearing through its neck in one clean swipe. The second tried to leap, but I twisted midair and slammed it into the rocks, snapping its spine. The third was faster.

The lie tasted bitter because the truth was I hadn’t stopped immediately. I had searched for months or maybe a year. But Adeline has disappeared. No address, no workplace and no phone number. It was as if she had vanished from existence. Eventually, I gave up. Life moved on or at least I convinced myself it had. “You’re thinking again,” Mira said. “I have work.” I replied “You always have work.” “And you always talk too much.” I said and she laughed. “Fine. Call me later.” I grabbed my car keys and headed for Hartley Corporation. The drive took twenty minutes, but my mind was elsewhere.