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Jonathan reached for the phone. He didn’t answer it. Instead he set it face down, stepped toward me, and tilted my face up with two fingers under my chin. “I don’t know what you’ve been told,” he said quietly, his eyes moving over my face. “Or what you think you know. But I will be back when all of this is over.” His jaw tightened. “We need to talk. Properly.” I stepped back out of his reach. “And what makes you think I’ll be here waiting?” I asked.

He’d be able to ambush them from afar with minimal effort, but the sound would echo in the empty hallway and he didn’t want to attract anyone before he’d had the chance to see Zoe. Sneaking down the corridor, Jon tried to stay in the shadows as much as possible. His fingers curled around the handle of the blade, sizing up the larger of the two men ahead of him. He had to be quick. Silently taking the final few steps, Jon gripped the salt-and-pepper hair of the larger man, yanking back his head and slicing the blade across his neck in one swift movement. Blood sprayed across the grimy concrete eroding into dirt. Releasing the limp man from his grip, Jon let the burly body slump forward, lungi

When we walked into the summit’s hall again, Naomi no longer chased after us, but I could hear her tragic cries. Wendy glanced behind her and held my hand tighter. “I heard that Yvonne wants Lloyd to pay for all the damages, but he can’t, so he has been bothering Naomi. She’s now alone.” I stopped and hugged Wendy tightly as my eyes landed on the ruby ring on my finger. “I love you, and everyone else has nothing to do with me.” “I love you too.” I smiled. It was winter, but unlike the winter of last year, my heart was no longer cold.

“I felt it..” Ryan groaned dramatically. “Oh my god, they’re doing the bond thing again.” “Shut up,” Leon muttered. Johanis ignored them completely. He stepped closer, his gaze scanning my face for a moment as if checking something only he could see. Then his shoulders relaxed slightly. “You’re alright.” “I should be asking you that,” I said. He tilted his head slightly. “I’m perfectly fine.” “You just played one of the most intense games I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Then they went back to Snow and pricked his tiny finger; he whined instead of crying from pain. The blood from all three of us mixed together in the bowl, and the most amazing thing happened because the bowl actually changed color, shifting from silver to gold and glowing softly. A smile bloomed across the faces of the elders, and I saw Marcus and Elena both smiling too. The elders raised Snow up high above their heads so that everyone in the entire arena could see him clearly. "His name shall be Zane Snow Winter," the head elder announced in a voice that carried across the entire arena, "the son of Jude Winter and Rosie Elsa Winter, the fifty-fourth young alpha of Winter's pack!"

Chapter 27: Team Fallout The next morning hit like a body check Jax didn’t see coming hard, blindsiding, straight to the ribs. He woke alone in Ronan’s wide bed. The sheets on Ronan’s side were cool, the indent of his body already fading. Faint traces of pine and smoke lingered on the pillow, mixing with Jax’s own shifted scent in a way that felt both foreign and achingly right. Ronan had slipped out before dawn for an early conditioning session with the Ice Wolves—quiet kiss pressed to Jax’s temple, a murmured “I’ll be back before noon,” then the soft click of the front door closing behind him.

The scent of dried blood lingered in the air, iron-heavy and bitter. It clung to the stones of the dungeon like a warning, sharp and unrelenting. Torches flickered along the corridor walls, casting long, uneven shadows that danced across the damp stone floor. Veyra descended into the depths of the keep, heart pounding, drawn by a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. Jon was already there, crouched outside the open cell door. His face was pale, his jaw clenched, hands slick with blood that wasn't his. He looked up at her as she approached, and the pain in his eyes told her everything before she even stepped into the room.

She had seen through it all. Snow sighed. “Who said I’m alone?” And then Logan appeared behind her, wrapping his arms protectively around her waist. “What’s taking so long?” he muttered. He was dressed now in a white shirt, black trousers, though the top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his toned chest. The hunters froze, though Snow was gorgeous and sexy, she looked young—maybe nineteen. They exchanged looks of displeasure.

“Playing games with me now?” Snow didn’t respond. She picked up a second glass and poured it slowly down his neck, letting the wine trail across his chest, stomach, and lower—stopping just at the edge of his waistline. Then came the ice. Ray jolted violently. The sudden blast of cold hit there, the sting so sharp he gasped. Snow tilted her head in mock sympathy. “What you really need right now is a woman, right?” She smiled. “But I wouldn’t do that with a dog.”

Lowell stands his ground. His white mane is soaked red at the ends. His back is hunched, but he doesn’t fall. He breathes hard, chest rising like thunder. Beside him, Theon fights too—just as tall, just as carved from something ancient. His silver fur flashes like a blade under the night sky. But he’s young. Wilder. More reckless. He roars and pushes through a group trying to flank his father. “Back up!” he shouts. “You’re surrounded—!”