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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.**

My skin crawled. “Touch her,” Creed growled, “and I’ll tear your spine out.” Amendus chuckled, slow and cruel. “You can try, Alpha.” He spread his arms. Shadows bled from his hands, seeping into the ground. From the darkness, the forest stirred—and three more Wendigos crawled out, their twisted forms dripping black ichor. Kira’s voice echoed inside my skull: Trust me. My heart thundered. I didn’t know how to fight. I didn’t even know who I was anymore. But the bond—the half-broken thread—pulled me toward Creed, into the storm with him.

"You have no idea what you're up against. We are the future. We are the ones who will bring order to the chaos." Brian stepped beside Marinetta. "Your order is built on lies and betrayal. We will never bow to you." The rogue leader's eyes narrowed. "Then you will die." With a roar, he charged at them, his power radiating in waves. The united packs braced themselves for the final battle. --- Back at the Montgomery pack, the remaining pack members anxiously awaited news. Maranda worked tirelessly to prepare healing spells and potions, ready to aid their warriors when they returned. "Stay strong," Maranda urged the others. "Our warriors will return victorious."

A Luna could see where anger would fracture what justice needed to repair. Maddox turned slowly back toward Maren. The woman trembled. Her earlier boldness had collapsed, leaving behind only a frightened pack member who had been foolish enough to turn rumor into action. “On your knees,” Maddox said. Maren dropped at once. Rhea released his wrist. The absence of touch moved through both of them, but neither looked at the other.

“My name is Mara, my Alpha.” “Mara.” His voice was unreadable. “And where do you come from?” I forced a tremble into my voice. “I was taken from a small village outside the Blackwood territories. My family was poor, my Alpha. I came here seeking work.” Silence. Then Malachi exhaled slowly. “You’re lying.”

“Caden’s dealing with patrol rotations. Why?” “I need to talk to you.” I straightened. Her tone was direct, calm, but not tentative. I liked that. She didn’t shrink herself around me anymore. “I’m listening.” She exhaled slowly. “I’ve been in touch with Mara.” I nodded once. “The rogue Alpha?” “She’s not a rogue. Not anymore. She has a following—wolves who don’t belong anywhere else. Fighters. Survivors.” Mara had helped Kalilah when no one else was there.

The air vibrated with the sound, the packhouse's distant hum seeming to amplify it, as if the very structure celebrated with them. Yet, amid the jubilation, a discordant note lingered. Mara, positioned at the glade's southern edge, crossed her arms over her chest, her moss-green cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows. Her green eyes, sharp as emerald daggers, flashed with doubt, reflecting the moonlight like polished stones. At twenty-one, Mara was a beta through and through—her lithe, wiry frame built for speed and agility, her blonde hair braided tightly back to reveal a face of striking angles: high cheekbones, a determined jaw, and that faint scar across her eyebrow, a reminder of a

I burst out laughing because she landed so perfectly on that asshole’s personality. “His name is Calder Pike, and he was banished after fighting Xander. And you are spot on with the stalking.” “One. Three to go. You are going to be glorious bait!” Crean sings in the memory. Mara moves back into the shadows and the memory dissolves into grey fog before another takes form. We’re running through the forest now, following Mara on a path that no one should know was there. She is weaving in and out like a pro, and then she halts. She listens for a second before scaling the tall broad tree in front of her like a teenager.

Feeling a mix of relief and sadness, she decided to gather her courage and seek a conversation with Alpha Troy himself. As Mara ventured out of the Wilson house, her heart heavy with the weight of her own struggles, fate intervened in an unexpected encounter. In the middle of the road, she stumbled upon Carla, Andrew's current girlfriend, accompanied by her friends. Their gazes locked, and the tension in the air became palpable. Carla, her voice filled with accusation, wasted no time in expressing her anger. "What do you think you're doing, Mara? Trying to steal Andrew away from me? You're nothing but a gold digger, hoping to snatch the position of future Luna for yourself!"