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“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!"

He even went to Veterinarian school just so he could help his friend, and also ended up running the main secret lab at Terrace Pharmaceuticals. Mara on the other had was Tarrin's assistant, body guard, and another close friend. She was sexually abused by her father and abandoned by her mother. One day, when she tried running away, she only got as far as the park across the street when she came face to face with a very large wolf. Tarrin could never remember what happened, but Mara told him her father came after her, and started beating her, and when she was almost close to death, Tarrin attacked and killed him, saving her in the process.

I turned and saw them— dozens of assassins flooding the hall, witches behind them, and three massive shifters in front, their claws dripping black fire. I tightened my grip on my sword. There was no way I could beat all of them, not even if they were three of me. I didn’t know Nightbounds had such terrible-looking shifters in their custody. There’s more to them than I had imagined. “Maybel, now!” Mara yelled. “I can’t leave her!” I cried. “She’s out there hurt, maybe dying…” “Then you’ll die too!” Mara screamed, panic in her eyes. “I’m leaving!”

There were seven of them, and then that morning, when they would have left, the other two had come to stop them when their now-enchanted mates killed them. Mara did not care; all she wanted was to leave that place as soon as possible. She had been snuck out into the cold and realized that her pregnancy was probably draining her yet she was determined to leave and they were escorting her. They snuck around and into the woods when she became excited that she was already on her way to total freedom. Grimshaw would never know what hit him. But the gods were always playing their games on them and their plans. They had not gotten far when they heard the men coming after them. Mara tried to run but

“I know Marek. We all know Marek. The universe knows Marek. You made it so goodamn obvious, but crosses what kind of boundaries?” Elara hesitated. Then: “Reality.” The word hung there. “Marek started appearing to me,” Elara continued, voice low. “Watching. Interfering. Acting like he existed before I wrote him.” Fallon went quiet. “And Jasper?” Fallon asked. Elara rubbed her thumb into her palm. “Jasper wasn’t meant to appear. I don't even know. I wrote him too. As Marek's confidant in the book. He’s… connected to Marek. Watches for him sometimes. Observes. He was never supposed to cross into reality. No one was even supposed to see. I hadn't even seen him before, up until today. I thought i

“So, what’s your deal, really? You’re not from any of the local packs.” Thalia hesitated, glancing sideways. “Borderlands. Wandering, mostly. Ran out of places to hide, I guess.” Mara studied her face for a moment, then nodded. “That’s fair. I used to be from south of the river. My mother was a healer—until the fever took her. After that, I wandered too. Silverpine’s not so bad, once you know how to stay invisible.” Thalia heard more in that confession than Mara let on. “Is that why you help the strays?”

“Ow” Warmth spreads through my body like someone poured hot tea into my veins. Not exactly painful, just really intense. That's when it hits me. I've been marked. I'm mated to Derrick Blackbird, and his brother Keon saved me at the chapel. I was his now. To which brother though? The one that marked me in the dead of night, when the forest bled, with only the trees as a witness? Or the one who forced my hand into a mating, regardless of my feelings?