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The rogues have broken through our outer defenses! Instantly, the relative calm of the past hour shattered. Xander immediately began barking orders, his Alpha authority taking over. I knelt beside the injured scout, my hands already glowing as I worked to heal his wounds. “How many?” I asked urgently, even as I poured healing energy into him. “Dozens,” the scout panted. “Maybe more. They appeared suddenly, like dark figures in the night.” Once the scout's injuries were healed, Xander assisted him in standing up. “Sound the alarm,” he ordered. “Get every able-bodied wolf ready for battle.”

*Chapter 86* The Line Holds* *Word count: ∼1688words* Day eighty-one began with frost and a dead wolf. Not from Red Fang. Not from River Claw. A council scout. Found at the edge of the neutral zone, throat cut clean, a River Claw mark carved into the tree beside him. Luna stood over the body with Kael and Mara, the cold air biting at her lungs. The scout’s eyes were open, staring at nothing. His message was clear.

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resigned. As though she had made her peace with what she was doing. And that—gods, that hurt more than anything. "Rowan." I blinked out of my daze. Xander was looking at me. Everyone was. I hadn’t realized the room had gone silent. “We’re discussing how to track her,” he said, his voice low and tense. “You’ve trained with her longer than anyone. Any ideas?” I swallowed hard and forced myself to focus. “She was always the better scout,” I admitted. “Faster. Smarter. She always knew how to blend in, how to be silent. We all know that she loved to read so she studied the nightshade sealth a lot.”

Stephan's POV Clarissa's idea sounded so easy and simple, but I knew that things could go wrong with our plans. I will contact one of my friends, known as X-ray, but I call him Ray from another pack to help me track it. He is a guy I helped a long time ago; he was known for buying weapons and technology and selling them to the highest bidder. He is also a skilled hacker. He pissed the wrong people off because of that. They hired assassins to take him out.

The last one hesitates, then bolts, but I’m not letting him go. “Grab him!” I yell, and Raymond’s light snares the scout’s leg, tripping him. I’m on him in a second, knee in his back, shadows pinning his arms. “Talk,” I growl, pressing harder. “Why’s the guild after us?” The scout’s young, barely older than Raymond, and he’s shaking, eyes wide with dread. “Guild will kill you both,” he spits, but his voice cracks. “You’re dead already.”

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In spite of Leroy's small frame, the skin on his chest was quite inviting, tipped by rosy swollen nipples visible through the thin slave gown, and the soft small curves of his ass was a promising warmth against the Albanama’s arm. Xcott's groin tightened as the combination of Leroy's enticing minty scent and his detailed survey had the inevitable effect on his body. Sublimating his desires with practiced discipline, Xcott kept Leroy cradled in his arms but fingered the communication pad on his belt to summon his assistant. K’coba, Xcott's assistant, entered the room moments later. His gaze took in the tiny, chewables human nestled in Xcott's arms and the two dead bodies of their own without

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”