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Mara warned, her patience wearing thin. "What have you done?" Maya cried out. "If it weren't for my Nanny, I'd have you groveling at my feet, begging for mercy. Even your father, the LL of LA, wouldn't dare to cross me if he knew my true nature," Mara spat before storming out. "He's also your father not only mine, you heartless bastard!!!" Maya shouted, clutching her wounded thigh in anguish. The next morning, Mara left home to hustle with her friends as usual. But as they settled down for a drink, a fight erupted between some hoodlums trying to woo Evelyn, who had no interest in the guy and promptly cursed him, sparking the brawl.

My mate. The word itself makes my chest feel like it’s splitting open. For days I’ve tried to shove it down, bury it under loyalty, under my duty to Lucian and the pack. But my wolf won’t let me forget. The bond doesn’t loosen. It keeps dragging me like a chain. And now, here I am, crouched at the edge of the woods with four warriors behind me, the night thick with tension. “She’s in the camp,” Maren, one of my scouts, whispers. “They’ve got it guarded, but… she’s there. I swear it.”

“But I could be.” That possibility hung over her like a thick cloud, suffocating yet intoxicating. As twilight encroached, the Book responded to the setting sun, its pages turning as if compelled by an unseen force. Autumn sank into the plush reading chair, her breath hitching in her throat as an inked memory unfolded before her eyes. Letters and symbols coalesced into focus, revealing a name blazing in bold, fiery black: **Mara Jordan, First Veilwalker Exiled.**

"I don't want to be a Queen, Dante! I just wanted to be free!" "In Aethelgard, those are the same thing," a new voice cut through the chaos. I spun around, my hands igniting instinctively with a jagged, violet-white flame. Mara stood at the edge of the plaza, her white hair matted with blood, her pulse-rifle slung low. Behind her, hundreds—no, thousands—of Scrappers were pouring out of the subway tunnels. They weren't just rebels anymore; they were an army of the dispossessed. They were covered in the grease of the slums and the hunger of the rejected.

My name in his mouth should not have sounded like that. Not here. Not with soldiers hunting us through the drains and Aurelia’s altered monsters crawling through the edges of my mind. Not with Rowan hurt and Cassian shaking with barely leashed fury. Not when every part of me should have been focused on barricades, wounds, weapons, escape. But my body had never cared much for should. Mara grabbed a lantern from the shelf and checked the oil. “I am going to scout the outer cistern and collapse the false trail if I can.”

he mumbled. "No. We have work to do." I kicked his boot again. "Move." He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. "You are so mean in the morning." Next was Mara. She was sleeping in a ball near the cave wall, her dark skin glowing in the ember light. I crouched down and shook her shoulder gently. Mara was eighteen. She ran away from her pack after her father tried to force her to marry a man twice her age. She did not talk about it much, but I saw the way she flinched when men raised their voices. She was quiet, but she was the best fighter among us when she needed to be.

"I was, but this one decided to wake me up because she said something good was about to go down." "Traitor," I grumbled, shooting Kim a glare. "How did you even find out?" "I hear all and see all," Kim giggled, skipping down the stairs after Marissa. "Otherwise, I would miss out on this fun adventure, wouldn’t I?" "Speaking of," Marissa butted in. "What exactly is it that you’re planning on doing?" Remaining quiet, I meet Marissa’s gaze and silently try to convey to her how dangerous what I’m planning on doing is. One misstep could lead to death since the wendigos were so much stronger than us.

"We are hundreds of feet underground, surrounded by Shadow-Walkers and Silas’s elite guard. If you two want to measure your prides, do it when we aren't at risk of being buried alive. Again." She looked at Kaelen, her eyes narrowed. "Alpha Kaelen. I am Mara, formerly of Willow-Run. We are the outcasts your laws ignored. We saved your life tonight—not for you, but for her. If you touch any of my people, or if you speak to Elara’s brother like that again, I will leave you in the dark to rot. Do I make myself clear?" Kaelen stared at her for a long, tense moment. The golden light in his eyes flickered, the human part of him slowly struggling back to the surface. He looked at the group of scarre

And together… we were unstoppable. As the night stretched into a tense vigil, I realized one thing with absolute certainty: the rogue’s return was only the beginning. Her shadow hung over the Crescent pack, a storm waiting to erupt, and when it did… we would be ready. And I, Mara, bonded to Dresden, wolf and human united, would face whatever came with fire in my veins, claws ready, and heart unbroken. The rogue had shown us a glimpse of the chaos to come… and next time, we would not be caught unprepared.

Monolith’s death—guard her, kill! Mara moved right, cropped black hair glinting under a hood, brown eyes fierce, dagger drawn, its blade gleaming, palm scar raw but steady. Her leather tunic was slashed, arm bandage tight, guilt over Milo fueling her rage, Jasper’s warmth her root, Sam’s trust her blade. The iron scent choked her, runes’ hum a taunt, the monolith a target. Ember, her wolf, growled, fiery, tail lashing. She’s pack, Mara. Blood binds—cut, guard!