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When he heard another voice from behind, he turned around and saw Nova walking towards him. "What are you doing here, Ian?" Nova asked, then turned to Ava, who was still looking at the moon. "Oh, Ava! You are here. I could not congratulate you at that time. Congratulations on your mother's wedding! It's such luck to come from out of nowhere and marry an official wolf." Ian frowned upon hearing Nova. He glared at her. Before she could say something to Ian, Ava turned around and smiled at her. "Thank you for the congratulations. But, for your information, my mother did not appear out of nowhere; she is that official wolf’s fated mate, which is why she was able to marry him."

He was already holding Anthony and Tommy’s hands, ready to head out. “So,” Richard said, raising an eyebrow at her, “are you sure you’re going to be okay today? I could always—” “Richard,” Ava interrupted, smiling as she handed him Anthony food bag, “we’re going to be just fine. You go do your job, and I’ll do mine. We’ll meet back here tonight, just like always.” Richard leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. “You’re amazing, you know that?” “I try,” Ava replied with a wink. “Now go on, shoo. I’ve got a million things to do, and so do you.”

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I can’t deal with getting to know new people this late in the year. “Okay, the first group is Kelly, Jameson, Oliver and Ryo.” She says and my jaw drops on the floor. Kelly looks at me her eyes popping out. “Will Oliver and Jameson please move to the front. You’ll be sitting next to your partners from now on.” Miss Una says smiling at them.

“You made it! I was worried you’d bail again.” I hugged her back with one arm, stiff as hell. “Wouldn’t miss it.” Rowan stepped up behind me, hand on my lower back, and I felt myself lean into it without thinking. Ava’s eyes flicked to him, then to me, then back to him, and her smile got sharper. “And you brought Rowan. Hi, Rowan.” She said his name like she was trying to savor it. “Hey, Ava.” He nodded, polite but not warm.

“You remember something. Don’t you?” And Rowen’s: “Come with us.” Continuum closed her eyes. Sat very still. And repeated the name she hadn’t said aloud. Not even once. “Ava.” At the compound, Ava stood by the open window, watching the storm break over the mountains. Rowen approached quietly. “She’s remembering,” Rowen said. Ava didn’t look away from the dark horizon. “She’s trying.” Rowen stepped beside her. “Then we go back.” Ava turned to her. This time, no hesitation. “No. We go in.”

But looking at Ava now, seeing the faint smile and look of awe on her face, made it feel worth it. I was just about to suggest going back to the Alpha House for lunch instead when Rowan burst out of the restaurant and stormed up to me. I instinctively moved Ava behind me, preparing for a fight. I had no clue how to fight, of course, but that didn’t matter right now. But Rowan just snarled at me and pointed at Lucas. “He’s not who you think he is,” he growled. “He’s just using you as a tool—go ahead and ask his last girlfriend.”

Ava’s apartment was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the city outside. She sat at the kitchen table, a cup of tea in her hands, staring at the swirling steam. The past few days had been heavy—laughter and strategy with Christie mixed with the shadow of Serena’s obsession. A knock at the door made her heart skip. She wasn’t expecting anyone. “Coming!” she called, setting down the cup. The door opened to reveal Vanessa Rowan, poised and commanding as always. Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she entered, glancing around the apartment with a hint of disdain.

Ava stared at me like I'd just told her the sky was green and that pigs could fly. “My husband?” She let out a short, breathless laugh that sounded more like a sob. “No. No, I'm not married. I don't even have a boyfriend. I don't know who you are.” “Ava—” “Stop calling me that!” Her voice rose, and I saw her hands start to shake. “Stop acting like you know me! I don't know who you are, but you need to leave. Who even let you in? ” “I can't—”

They would seek accommodation rather than confrontation. The difference was survival. Matteo studied both of them carefully. He had learned to read their silences, the way they communicated without words in moments of crisis. "You're thinking bigger than asset declarations." Ava met his gaze. "Yes." Rowan leaned back slightly. The movement suggested relaxation, but his eyes remained focused, intense. "She wants to bring something unexpected to Vienna." Matteo smiled faintly. "That's usually how revolutions begin." Ava didn't react to the word. But Rowan noticed the small shift in her posture. Not disagreement. Recognition. The settling of something that had been forming for months, perhaps y