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Standing beside Ronan now, there was little doubt as to why he was the Lycan King. “Oh, I’ll be damned if I am staying home for this!” Ryder chortled as he as well shifted into his smaller black wolf with his matching front white socks and mismatched blaze. Compared to Enzo and Ronan, Ryder’s wolf was nearly half the size, however he was still strong and fast and definitely an asset.

"It's the grimoire of my people." He narrowed his ice-blue eyes. "so, you're an Arctic Wolf." It was more of a statement than a question. "Yes," I replied, folding my arms across my chest. "Who are you?" "I'm Rolf, Alpha of The Winterborn Pack." His lips curled into a smile as he liftedhis eyebrows. "May I come in?" "Yes, of course." But I didn't budge from behind the counter. "Do Elias and Xander know you're here?"

Valeria I watch the ravens fly together as if they were a source of power at Grimm’s command. After they slam into the first rogue, a flock breaks off from formation and rushes the stunned wolf. They swarm him, covering him completely. I can’t see a single hair of the werewolf. When they finally fly off, the wolf is dead. Its eyes pecked out, body covered in bleeding lacerations, entrails spilling. I stumble in shock and fall to the ground.

What did it mean that Seraphina was not a wolf? I felt every gaze sharpen slightly. And then another voice broke through before I could feel the full weight of it. Robert. I had almost forgotten he was there, standing near the side of the lounge with the other elders and senior wolves. He pushed away from the wall and stepped properly into the room, his expression grim and set. “Nyra is a phantom wolf,” he said. Calista turned fast. Robert did not blink. “And a Prima wolf,” he added. “And Vandwood is fine with her as our Luna.”

“It’s not just a trick or illusion. Whoever did this—whoever she is—she’s connected to Alina. Somehow.” Ayda rose from her seat too, straightening her dress. She studied me for a moment. “Then what do you plan to do?” “What I should have done long ago,” I said, heading toward the door. “End this.” Ryker was waiting downstairs, speaking to some young wolves. They all lower their head when they notice me. He’s the last to look up, when he does, his eyes widen slightly. The wolves start sauntering out, without either of us needing to tell them.

Serafine’s POV How could Hope say Bran wasn't the one who spoke to me a while ago when he was clearly the one? When she mentioned Ryker, my brows pulled together in confusion. I was certain I had never heard that name before. Hope’s voice came again from the other side. “I know you’re confused by what I’m saying. But that’s because you probably haven’t heard the name Ryker before.” Of course I hadn’t. Who was Ryker? Hope continued speaking, “Ryker is Bran’s wolf. He has taken over Bran’s body.”

At least, not yet. A knock sounded on the door, and just like that, the peace scattered. I got up, pulling Robin along with me and helping him into his clothes. "I told you, I’m fine now," he muttered, but I ignored him. If I didn't take care of him, who would? "Wolves heal fast," he added. "You’re not just any wolf," I said, wiggling my brows as I slipped my own clothes on. "You’re my wolf." He chuckled softly. I finally pulled the door open, and my eyes widened to find Raven standing there.

Ruby hissed, earning a low growl in return from Alpine, who’d bared her jaw to her neck, leaning intimidatingly close. Ruby pushed off the wolf’s chest and jumped back. “Don’t touch me!” She screamed before shifting into her own wolf. Ruby’s was a brown wolf with a burnt-orange patch over one eye. She snarled at Alpine. The wolf was almost the same size as the future Luna’s, which was still twice the size of a regular she-wolf. The pair started to circle each other, their focus on each other. Rowan stepped back, sighing. “Begin!”

“Four. Maybe five.” He glanced at her, eyes gold under the stormy sky. “You sure you’re ready?” “No,” she said. “But I’m done running.” Then the wolves emerged from the shadows—hulking figures with eyes like flame and teeth that gleamed under the lightning. And leading them… wasn’t Garran. It was Rhodes. She stepped forward, dressed in black, calm as ever. She looked up at Evelyn through the scope and smiled. “You said no cryptic messages,” Logan said quietly. “But that? That’s a message.”

SERAPHINA “This time, it won’t just be the females of Elysium Haven…” Ryker’s voice whispered in my ear just before Ronan appeared, halting my attack. “It will be every female in the werewolf realm, Seraphina…so now, choose. Me or Dread Lord…”