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I thanked her sincerely. She shook her head. "You don't have to thank me. Helping you is helping myself. After all, I'm your alter ego." So that was the case! Before I could respond, she added, "Don't thank me yet. The true culprit has yet to face judgment." Was she going after Noah? But I thought she and Noah were allies. … On my birthday, Noah prepared a grand fireworks display for Nemera. He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy."

he threw the stone getting 3 skips. "I was just doing what was expected of me now that I'm Alpha. I thought it would be easier." Ahanu put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm guessing you forgot about the full moon tomorrow and the pack run. How are you going to explain when someone is walking around letting it all hang out if they shifted and forgot their clothes?" "Damn it! Okay just let me think for a minute." I put my head in my hands, why does this have to be difficult.

I used my kinetic energy to fight the entropy, my body becoming a blur of indigo-gold light as I moved toward the titan. The battle inside the Iron-Grave was a visceral, terrifying collision of the biological and the dead. The corridors were made of fossilized ribs, and the floors were paved with the silver-logic runes of the first era. Runa and Damon were with me, their golden-green auras acting as a "Life-Stabilizer" for the strike team. We weren't fighting soldiers; we were fighting "Grave-Sentinels"—bone-and-iron automatons that moved with a jerky, terrifying precision.

“That bastard. I swear when we figure out who he is, I'll have so much fun drilling a hole through his spine.” I rolled back to my desk, heart pounding like a caged beast, and flipped open the encrypted tablet on my desk. The screen flickered to life, displaying the city map with layers of safehouses, tunnel systems, and red zones marked off. I pulled up the feed Jonah—or Marco—had given us. The Graveyard. A location buried under two blocks of condemned territory. A place supposedly wiped out in a fire ten years ago. Too forgotten. Too perfect. I zoomed in.

Only an hour had passed by, but my feet were killing me and I was tired of putting on a fake smile. I was now standing in a small circle surrounded by three other couples. They were the future Alphas of their own pack, but they seemed to be only slightly older than Nathan. Ben and Krista were the next for the Blackmoor Shade Pack, John and Angela next in line for the South Shade Pack, and Daemon and Liz inherit the Thornton Shade pack.

He checked the amount and value of the recent harvest from the wasteland that was stated in the ledger. The yearly cross-house tournament was coming, and house Valentino had to offer their share of resources that would be used as part of the reward to give to the Victors. Rufus Valentino rubbed his forehead as he laid his back on the chair made from agar wood . Vampires don't really get tired, but they sure as hell aren't immune to frustration. "I should have a damn secretary for these stuffs" count Rufus muttered with exasperation in his tone.

I held my breath as Richard’s eyes clouded with a mixture of confusion and sudden, historical dread. “It likely doesn't trigger a memory for you, Graves,” Goncalo continued, stepping into the inner circle, his presence cementing our territory. “Considering the sheer volume of lesser packs you have displaced over your lifetime. The number of lineages you’ve fractured or the cubs you’ve left without shelter have never once weighed on your conscience. For us, however—for the wolves who survived in the wake of your expansion, for my mate whom I held in my arms night after night while she howled for the ancestors to return our displaced kin after you razed our northern trade post during the great

I took the deck and flipped through the data models and risk frameworks. "Good." I signed off and handed it back. "Let everyone know: midnight, we're going to run a clean, hard campaign." "If we win this one, I'll open the champagne myself." I stood in front of Nova Commerce's enormous display screen and watched the countdown tick down, second by second. I already knew there'd be no detonations tonight. Because real capability has never needed a loss-leader gimmick to prove itself. My life, in this moment, had finally found its way home.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

Lucian reached his hand out as he stepped closer. I swallowed thickly, took his hand, and gently squeezed it. “Thank you.” Lucian stepped back and nodded at Grayson. Grayson turned back to the microphone. “Midnight Moon pack, I give you our newest shifter, our hellhound, Shade.” I looked at Azalea, and she flashed me a beautiful smile. I winked, and her smile widened. I took a deep breath, looked forward, and as I stepped forward, shade came to the surface and shifted.