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The others hesitated, hissing, as if they had never faced this kind of power before. “Selene!” Fenrir shouted again, but this time there was awe in his voice. I felt my chest tighten. The book pulsed stronger, almost as if it was alive. Each step I took, the light followed, pushing the creatures back. One lunged at me again—I slammed the book against it, and it disintegrated. Winter cheered. “Mother! That’s amazing!”

Being with Amy and Marcus helped, but she lived in daily terror of the next bad event in her life. She remembered the first time she saw Nicolas - strong, confidant, and completely alpha. Her cat noticed the way his brown hair stood up on his head in wavy disarray and his dark eyes took in everything around him. Her cat stood at attention that day, though her human side quivered in fear. Rescuing Nicolas was her single act of courage. The thought of him in Raykon's hands brought terror worse than anything she'd ever experienced. Being with Nicolas strengthened her and brought out her inner beast that she never knew existed. But Nicolas saw her weakness.

But as he lunged towards me, his claws slashing through the air with deadly precision, I froze in fear and retreated back, scared to death. Seeing I couldn’t just remain there for him to tear me apart, I managed to launch myself at him, my fists pounding against his fur-covered body with all the strength I could muster. But he was too fast, too strong, and soon I found myself on the receiving end of his brutal assault. His teeth sank into my flesh, tearing through skin and muscle with ease as I screamed in agony. I could feel warm blood trickling down my body, the pain searing through me like fire. I fought back with all my might, but it was like trying to stop a raging inferno with a mere c

The strange chantings grew louder, but amidst the chaos, a sudden, desperate will to live and escape ignited within her. With every ounce of strength she had left, Joan gathered her resolve. Something deep within her, something primal and powerful, stirred to life. She opened her mouth and let out a loud, guttural scream, the sound echoing through the darkness. At the same time, she straightened all her ten fingers, as if channeling the raw energy coursing through her body into the very tips of her hands.

Leo, if we stay they are going to kill us both". Though my voice quakes, I remain firm. Running and once more being driven into hiding is the last thing I want. I am not at choice, though. Not with the sort of adversaries we deal with. His eyes spark with something ferocious and dark. "I have no fear of them. I fear, nevertheless, losing you once more." What to say to it is not clear-cut. Really, I am afraid as well. But we cannot let them possess us. unlike this. The door opens suddenly, and three men dash in with rifles. Leo shows no flinching. He is a damn monument, prepared for the battle that is about to start, the blood that will be wasted.

Fiona didn’t hesitate—she launched onto its back, sinking her teeth into its neck, crunching down until it went limp beneath her. More of Damien’s wolves rushed forward, but Fiona didn’t slow. She moved like a storm, tearing through them with savage grace. Claws slashed, fangs bit deep, and bodies fell around her, one by one. She was a force of nature, her growls mixing with the screams of the dying. Even as more of them came, it didn’t seem to matter. She was reducing their numbers fast, her body drenched in blood—most of it not her own. She ducked, twisted, and struck with such power it was almost like she was dancing through the battle, unstoppable.

' I gathered her in my arms, she was breathing but her eyes were tightly closed. When I finally held her safely in my arms, the beast in me became unleashed. What followed was a harsh rain of bullets, swift movements and the cries of death. ---------- Author's Note: Please vote with gems and leave a comment on the book's main page. *hearts*

Violently. The coffee flew from her hands. The books hit the ground. A scream escaped her lips. But another hand immediately covered her mouth. Panic exploded inside her. Pure. Raw. Terrifying. "Get her in the van!" A male voice. Harsh. Urgent. Fear surged through every part of her body. She kicked. Scratched. Fought. But the men were stronger. Much stronger. Suddenly— A car horn exploded nearby. Loud. Aggressive. Then another.

I managed to choke out, my vocals straining under the raw weight of his territorial aura. Lucien paid no heed to my verbal resistance, leaning his massive head down to sink his fangs into the sensitive skin of my earlobe, his scorching breath sending another wave of tremors down my spine. "Your defensive isolation is starting to anger my inner wolf, Chika. I am highly displeased with your recent conduct."

Not a trap. A test. The Axis hums faintly, distant but present, like it’s waiting to see whether I will chase it—or let it move without me. At some point, I know I will have to walk into this. Not as queen. Not as center. But as something far more dangerous. A witness who refuses to be owned. Book Four begins here. Not with power claimed. But with power negotiated. And the most dangerous thing in the world is not a tyrant. It is a system that believes it no longer needs one.