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But his Charger was his baby, just like my Harley was mine. I took the lead and River rode beside me, while Cruz followed us. So far, I didn't see any members of Nightshade or anything suspicious, but that wasn't to say that the threat wasn't there. But it was late, and Nightshade had probably finished patrolling for the night. One could only hope. But I refused to live my life in fear. We made a left turn, and the night was gorgeous. Hot already, even though it was nice. But wolf-shifters didn't feel the heat or the cold like humans. The stars were out, but the moon wouldn't be out again until the Summer Solstice in June.

I got the rest of my bills and returned to my apartment. =//= As I pinged myself in with my new ID card, I ran into Dr Dawson. He stopped and then pointed his finger at me. "You, come on over to this side." I stepped through the barrier and he pointed out the people who were in his small group of people. "Look at all of theses faces, Ms. Spitz. They are all key members of the team that you'll be joining. They will get up to speed with our current project. Staffers, this is Livia. She will be joining our team on this current project. She will be my supporting assistant. There are guards as well, but there is no need for introduction of them. They don't respond to names."

There would be time to return for them later. Right now, she needed to focus on her upcoming trip to Nora's new island. The villa was stunning, a stark contrast to her previous home. The chandeliers sparkled, and the expensive windows offered a breathtaking view of the night sky. After what felt like hours of futile attempts to fall asleep. She finally surrendered to her restlessness; slipping out of bed, she decided a walk through the villa might clear her mind. The moonlight spilled across the polished marble floors as she wandered through the corridors. The silence was palpable, broken only by the soft echo of her footsteps.

If anyone was going to be suspected for being there that night, it would be Damien. Nate heard Damien draw in a sharp breath before walking into the hall with a rod-straight posture. He fell into his footsteps behind him. Inside were long tables placed in rows close to the three walls, chairs on either side, most of them occupied. In the centre, they constructed a ring inside which the action would happen later that night. The air was filled with chatters of the occupants, pretending to be decent humans when in truth they were far from that. To the worlds they were high-schoolers; teachers and priests—to him they were just another of his kind. As he walked across the length, Nate recognised

But every clean block, every fall that didn’t knock the wind from me, every time I got up faster than the time before, fed something hungry inside me. “She won’t be helpless when they look at her,” Jax said later in the war room. “No,” Alden agreed. “She won’t.” *** By mid‑afternoon, word came that the Nightveil party had crossed fully into Mooncrest Heartland and would reach the capital by morning. My mark throbbed sharply at the news. It wasn’t just pulsing now. It *hurt*. “Sit,” Theron ordered, herding me back into his herb‑scented study. “Now.”

If she knew where to get this, then it was definitely really important, and I needed to know what it was used for. "Nightveil," Adam said. I had never heard of that name in my life. "What's Nightveil?" "It's an academy for gifted kids," Adam said. There was such an academy? Why wasn't it so known to all like Arcana Hills? But then he said, "gifted kids." They weren't geniuses like the kids at Arcana Hills. If they were gifted, then they weren't normal werewolves.

Ethan’s POV Stepping into the large room where the fundraiser is being held, I was immediately assaulted by the bright lights, which I smiled through as is a usual experience. My bodyguard, Tom, took a step closer so as not to get separated in the crowd of people. I was sent here to represent my parents on behalf of Maverick Enterprises, because they had a last minute meeting that could not be pushed back in the company. I would have preferred to be there but of course, I am never listened to, especially since about two years ago when I was told the faith of me inheriting my parents company relied on me getting married.

The night air in the Vale tasted of iron and frost, sharp enough to cut the throat. Silver & Vale’s great atrium—glass-walled and moon-lit—hummed with the restless energy of wolves and witches forced to share one fragile peace. Tables of carved obsidian gleamed like frozen lakes. Candles flickered inside crystal bowls, casting fractured light over banners of every allied pack. Tonight was meant to be a celebration of the Bloodmoon Accord, a final round of talks before the eclipse .

Kaelos stood beside me, along with the Alphas and Lunas from the various Packs. “Welcome,” I began, my voice amplified by the sound system. “Welcome to Nightveil Academy—your new home, the place where you will learn, grow, and become the leaders of the future.” Loud applause echoed. “You come from different Packs, with diverse traditions and histories,” I continued. “But here, you are one—students of Nightveil Academy, part of the first generation that will carry the confederation into the future.” I saw young eyes staring at me with intensity—some with awe, some with determination.

The storm with a heartbeat. Rowyn Vale. By tonight, she would stand on the stones of Eidolon Academy. And the realm would begin to burn.