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I decided to follow Darren out behind the pack house into the field. The colours kept flashing into the sky, bursting with flickers of light. It made streaking blazes against the normal blue that graced the morning, making Darren shield me with his body in fierce protection when the flashing became more violent. “Rune,” Darren raised his voice. “Run!”

After all, jumping from window to window would be a lot faster than going down and up a flight of stairs. There were two games that Zen knew were good options to train his running skills. The first was a straightforward reflex runner game called Maze Runner. He had to collect speed boosts in the game to complete the maze level and avoid running into walls as he ran. The second game was a personal favourite. It was an obstacle running competition against an artificial intelligence opponent. While the game did not have many in-game elements, the controls and special animation effects were what made the game so thrilling. It was called Street Sprinter.

Kai led the way, using his heightened senses to detect any hidden dangers, while Elara used her Celestial Flames to clear a path. As they moved through the course, they encountered a series of traps designed to test their reflexes. Kai's sharp instincts allowed him to anticipate the traps and avoid them, while Elara's flames provided a shield that protected them from harm. "Keep moving," Kai urged, his voice filled with determination. "We're almost through." Elara nodded, her eyes focused on the path ahead. She directed her flames with precision, creating a barrier that allowed them to move quickly and efficiently. Together, they navigated the course, their movements synchronized and fluid.

He looks over at me, “Let's fly, before we merge, and I show you something new.” Something new? Whatever could he mean? We flew for about an hour. It was amazing. The ride was so smooth and Regina felt so soft under me. Clint looked over at Regina, and said, “Now.” There was a flash of light and I started to fall as Regina vanished. As the ground was approaching, I felt wings emerge from my back, and they began to flap, sending us far up into the clouds where Clint waited for us, as he allowed Carter’s wings to keep him aloft. “Now for that something new,” Clint said, as he used Carter’s talon to rip a hole in my shorts.

The signal flared. Engines roared. And we were off. The city blurred around me as we tore through the streets. Morana was fast, her car a shadow weaving through the course. But I knew this route. Every turn, every shortcut. A blockade dropped ahead of her, forcing her to swerve. Snipers aimed but held fire. The goal wasn’t to kill her—yet. Morana retaliated, releasing spikes onto the road. I swerved, barely dodging them. "She’s not playing fair," Ace’s voice crackled in my earpiece.

Even wrapped in Alexander’s arms, her mind spun with Celeste’s revelations, the undercurrents of secrets she’d barely begun to comprehend, and the new questions about the fire that had turned her apartment and the remnants of her independence into smoke. By morning, she was already in the study, reviewing the preliminary investigation report Celeste had delivered in a discreet black folder sealed with the Drake crest. Her hands trembled as she flipped through pages filled with grainy surveillance stills, emails between Genevieve’s assistant and a man identified only as “R. Mun.” According to Celeste’s brother’s security team, “T. Cho” was short for Tae-min Cho, a cousin of the assistant and

“We need to take out those turrets!” “I’ll distract,” he said, already moving. “You move left, flank him.” She nodded once, adrenaline surging like wildfire. Dante hurled a flashbang over the crate. The room exploded in white light, the turret fire momentarily halting as the sensors were blinded. Elena bolted to the left, diving behind another console. She could hear Reid shouting through comms, saying backup was moving in from the north breach. They had maybe two minutes before the whole place became a warzone.

Marcus straightened. “It’s fully open, Alpha Carlisle. We can fire the flare now.” “Do it.” One of the nearby warriors immediately stepped forward and pulled the cord attached to the signal flare. A bright spark erupted and a streak of crimson shot upward into the night sky. For a brief moment, the flare hung overhead. Then it exploded and a brilliant red light spread across the darkness, visible from every corner of the battlefield and the fortress. And almost instantly, the waiting werewolves sprang into action.

Our task: reach the summit before sunset while carrying supplies, signaling our progress to the observers. The maze was treacherous. Sharp rocks, sudden drops, and narrow ledges forced every step to be precise. Daren slipped once, and instinctively, I reached for him, steadying him while keeping our momentum. Liora’s eyes were fixed on a distant marker, calculating the shortest route while avoiding traps. The bond pulsed, guiding my focus, alerting me to subtle shifts in the terrain and the presence of hidden dangers.

Boom—! The three high-performance machines crossed the final gantry line in an absolute explosion of sound. Chloe’s Ferrari and Kingsley's custom Warship vehicle systematically suppressed the sensors at what evaluated as the exact same identical microsecond—while up ahead at the absolute vanguard of the pack, First Dawn’s bumper cleared the wire a mere 0.2 seconds faster to retain her crown.