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“And how to stay hidden.” She spoke as if those were ordinary things to learn growing up. Valduz did not like imagining what had made them necessary. “I’m glad you know how.” Hope glanced toward the other weapons. “Do you use these?” “No. My mother and siblings do.” He moved farther into the room. “That’s why there are several shelters. If one is found, they can get to another.” “Are they all set up like this?” “Yes.” “Then they all need first aid kits. Flashlights, spare batteries, and rope too.”

Again, I call on her to turn herself in and bring an end to the tragedies that continue to unfold. "In the meantime, the Department of Housing and Urban Development and FEMA are working with the United States Military to supply and convert decommissioned military bases into housing and safe havens for any shifter populations seeking the fullest protection the US military can offer. As of ten minutes ago, a link has been posted on USA.gov for any shifter alpha wishing to apply for their pack's placement at their nearest facility. Further updates will follow. No questions." The president turned and walked off the stage to a flood of shouted questions. I exhaled slowly and sank back against the

The day before the wedding. Maya stood in the completed shelter at 4 AM. It wasn't perfect. Wasn't large enough. But it was functional. Could house thirty people for three months. She'd spent every penny of her inheritance. Maxed out two credit cards. All for a secret that would end everything if discovered. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. *Good work on the shelter. But you forgot something—air intake filters need to be higher, above potential snow line. Also, triple your fuel.*

I nod, studying how much he likes that, wondering if he’s never really had a real home. He keeps walking, the ground sloping beneath us, the sound of rushing water growing louder. “The building you’re asking about is our emergency shelter. We can all gather there if there’s storm or if it’s too cold to stay in our tents.” It feels massively informative of their priorities to see where they spend their wood: healing, food, and emergency shelter. Even their leader lives in a tent, which says a lot. We shuffle toward a little waterfall that’s maybe twice as tall as I am. I’ve read about them in the books Owen taught me to read, but

She then told Heath, "Let's talk outside. This is an area for she-wolves. It's not appropriate for you to be inside." "Of course, thanks." Heath led the way, and the two walked out of the shelter. The shelter wasn't small, but it couldn't accommodate this many people, so construction was underway to expand it. "What is it?" Adelaide stood under a tree, the sun filtering through the branches onto her face. Her eyes were devoid of emotion, and her expression was cool.

Her face, pale and drawn, looked even more fragile in the faint artificial light spilling from the ceiling. Outside, there was nothing but blackness. No stars. No city lights. Just shadow and silence. Inside, the air was sterile. Too clean. Too still. The emergency shelter beneath Adriano’s Swiss estate wasn’t made for comfort. It was made for survival. Steel-reinforced doors. Hidden exits. Enough supplies to last weeks. Siena had never felt more secure — and more trapped. Her arms clutched the blanket tighter around her shoulders, but it did little to chase away the cold.

His breath misted in the cold air before he finally stepped inside. The shelter was barely more than a carved-out cavity in the cliffside, its walls blackened from years of old fires. There was just enough space for two people to sit, knees drawn in. Aria could see where hunters had once left hooks in the stone to hang supplies; rust clung to them like dried blood. Kieran set his pack down and pulled a length of heavy cloth from it, unfurling it across the entrance. “It won’t stop the cold,” he said, “but it’ll keep our light from drawing attention.”

She holds me close, sheltering me from the storm. She knows I won’t sleep tonight and stays up with me. I don’t sleep when there’s a storm. The nightmares keep me awake and they keep her awake in return. “I’ll leave them on,” she says in a soothing whisper and I let out a relieved breath. I lay my head on her chest as she holds me on our couch. Her fingers gingerly combing through my hair. The thunder and rain long gone and I shutter a calming breath. I close my eyes, focusing on her fingers soothingly stroking my hair and the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat.

We lead them to the back of the packhouse, and people start looking for their loved ones. We actually have about three big safe rooms, with the main one under the packhouse. When pack members get the call to shelter, they run to whichever is closest. Since everyone wasn’t waiting with their families, we allowed this time for people to find their people. Some members do have a small basement-like shelter under their homes, and we send warriors to check on them.

Violet informed Sasha. "Can I come?" Alice yelled. "Pretty please? I want a milkshake!" "I can bring Austin and Tyler," Sasha said. "It can be a quadruple date." "The more the merrier," Violet shrugged. "I'm sure Jasp won't mind." "We can also protect you from Josh's advances," Sasha said. "He can't be a right pig." "I've got no doubt about that," Brooklyn chuckled. "So, it's a plan." "And then tomorrow you're all staying at mine!" Sasha said. "Operation hide Brooklyn begins."