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Albert yelled at them, while those brutal beasts were sitting with their heads down, "Now go back to your pack houses," he commanded and they stood up hypnotically and went in the direction of their houses, Myra swallowed as it was a lot for her to believe, Albert walked forward to Myra, "Are you a fine goddess?" he was concerned, She didn't talk for a while, "If you are fine, let's go back" concluded Albert, she nodded her head and followed him, when she was out of her maze, she was ready to ask many questions, "How did you do that? I mean it was amazing...!!" she exclaimed in surprise,

There wasn’t much worth saying. Abby sat on the opposite side of the fire, her face half-hidden by her hood. She wasn’t drinking her tea. Just staring into it like she could read prophecies in the leaves. Every few seconds, I saw Alaric glance her way from where he was cleaning his blade, but as usual, he kept his mouth shut. Tension simmered between them—hot, slow, inevitable. Then hooves thundered from the east. A single rider.

Barks and growls followed after that. “Valter!” Alma whispered under her breath. She dashed into the maze towards the source of the sound of fighting. “Let’s go!” Neoma urged the others as well. "Zira." Ward called out when Zira followed the others. "I'm not so weak." Zira pretended to be irritated with his fussing and picked up speed to leave Ward in the dust. Understanding that Zira could not be controlled, Ward chased after her and glued himself to her. Just as Alma turned around a corner, she ran into a hyena half their size. It got thrown back from the impact and crashed into a pillar. Before Alma could recover, another hyena appeared by a hole above her. Neoma took care of that but ano

"These were the 'failures.' Latents who didn't fully shift. He was going to incinerate them. I got them out, but we won't make it to the maglev without an Alpha." "I’m not a babysitter." "No. You're a business partner." Abigail stood up. Her knees shook, but she didn't fall. "You want the inversion key? You want Caleb back? You need my DNA. And you need to get us to that pod before the mountain collapses." "Fine." I grabbed her arm. Hard. My claws pricked her skin. "But if you lag behind, I leave you for the hounds." "Deal." We moved. The tunnels were a mess. Half-shifted hybrids fought over the remains of transit cops. The air was a thick soup of sewage and unwashed fur. I didn't slow down.

"Welcome to the Gauntlet Run. Racers will navigate a three-mile course through the Ravine Sector. Only the top four finishers advance. The rest are disqualified." Disqualified. Such a clean word for what really happened. The course map appeared on the screens. Narrow pathways, collapsing bridges, and a stretch called the Killing Floor where the path split into three routes. According to Ash's intel, only one route was safe. The other two led straight into traps designed to look like accidents. I touched my helmet, feeling the tiny camera Juno had installed. It was active. Recording. "Racers, take your positions." I moved to the starting line. A girl next to me was shaking so badly I could he

She called herself Marwen, a healer from the Western mountains. She examined Alora with the same care as the pack healer, even hummed a tune as she pressed her palm to Alora’s stomach. Finally, she straightened with a sympathetic smile. “No child. The Luna’s body is preparing for the ceremonial bite…and also getting to your bond.” she smiled as if the Alpha should understand what she meant. I did, and the alpha did too, so Morgan exhaled slowly, though I could tell he was not convinced. “And the dizziness? The nausea?”

I ask, tasting the name Sable gave herself like a pit in the mouth. Elder Max’s eyes glint. “They like to rename themselves. It makes them feel like gods.” Becky’s voice crackles over the ranked mindlink. ‘Trace on the live feed handshake just landed, east roof vent to the gallery eaves, then a jump to a private mesh near the west solarium. Whoever she is, she’s still inside, and she’s taunting us. Also, Laurel’s messages confirm a meet point: ‘W’ and a little raven emoji.’

Elena's mouth formed words I couldn't hear over the screech of metal and the thundering of my own heartbeat. "Aurora! Try to aim for something that will stop you without sending you over!" Kane's voice came through the phone that had wedged between the seats. His firm, focused instructions anchored me despite the terror coursing through my veins. "Look for a natural barrier – something solid enough to absorb the impact." Rain pelted the windshield, further obscuring my vision as the wipers struggled to keep pace. The mountain road glistened treacherously, reducing what little traction remained. Each curve threatened to send me plummeting into the mist-filled abyss below.

She tussled the little boy’s hair. “What’s your name?” August asked her. “Aletha,” she said. “This is John Junior, but we call him JJ,” she said of the eldest boy. “This is Alya, and the baby is Mark.” August nodded. ‘Welcome to our pack. It’s nice to have you here. We hope you’ll like it here. I’m Alpha August.”

I mouthed her, “Thank you.” “The forest is filled with Miranda’s men, Alpha Caden. We have to evacuate our family to a safer place. I have already contacted Alpha Rick and he told me he only had a few men to fight against the Mirandas. I am afraid we have to wait until our soldiers come here to fight those bastards together with Alpha Rick’s soldiers.”