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(Vera POV) “Vera Nightsahde! You got selected for the Luna Survival Games for this year, and you will represent our Shadow Vale Pack. It is really an honour for our pack to take part in the royal games,” Luna Candice announced proudly, and I sneered with disdain. Her lips twitched for a second, but she quickly fixed her happy luna mask before anyone could notice.

“Not for me. But for what we must protect. Noctaria has burned. It has bled. It has broken. But tonight… we remind the dark that we remember.” A cheer rang out—not loud, but fierce. The kind of sound born from survivors, not conquerors. And far above, the howl rang out a third time. This time, it sounded like it was coming from beneath the earth. From the gate. The Forgotten Vale lay ahead like a scar on the land. Jagged cliffs surrounded it. No vegetation grew. The stones bled faint red beneath the moonlight, as if remembering every drop spilled on its surface. Jayden studied it from the overlook. “So this is where it ends.”

“I’ve seen it. The Core. It’s awake. And it knows you’re coming.” Clara nodded. “Then let it know we’re not running.” Ashani stepped forward. “We end it together.” Emily looked to the burning tunnel behind her—then to the path ahead. Roots twisted open. Welcoming them to the Root’s final nightmare. And at the center of it all… Varethkaal waited.

I didn't tell Courtney about the cutie that has a resemblance with the shadow in Vegas, I wouldn't want her whining and awning in my ears like a cat. The cutie had introduced himself as Lucas Vanowen. Vanowen….. Vanowen, I've heard of that name sometimes before but I wasn't certain about it. Lucas didn't say anything himself but mentioned something about Las Vegas. Well, I wasn't paying attention. I was crushing on his voice. The mention of Las Vegas, made my heart race. Could he be the stranger that took……? No, no he might just be someone else, people do look alike.

The blaring sound of her phone rang through the air, making Vale's head pound as she grumbled sleepily. She opened her eyes and found that she was lying alone on the bed in her room. Vale rolled up from the bed and reached into the nightstand, grabbing her phone and saw J’s initial on the screen. “Hello?” “T, we’re on attacks!” his voice was in a rush. “What the hell?! How did they know about our new base?!” Vale gritted her teeth as she got up.

“You just made yourselves easy to find.” Sirens howled somewhere beyond the shattered windows. Deep inside the walls, systems ancient and forgotten rebooted. In the darkness, old alliances flickered awake, and predators who’d slumbered for centuries began to stir, hunger sharpening their senses. Nyxara Vale was marked now—not as prey, but as a problem too dangerous to ignore. And if the collectors thought she’d go quietly, they’d soon learn the lesson etched into every legend of her bloodline: White wolves don’t get retrieved.

Rowan said with a wolfish grin that made Evelyn gasp. "Enough," I said, turning my back on them. "I’m reclaiming my night. You’re welcome to leave." As the Graves elders huffed out of the gallery, Valeria signaled the waiters to start the champagne. "Ladies and wolves!" Valeria announced. "Tonight we celebrate the rebirth of Serena Nightwood! The collection is officially open for sale—grab your checkbooks and a glass of blood-wine!" Rowan leaned down, his lips brushing my ear as the crowd began to mingle. "If looks could kill, I’d be a corpse on your floor."

Taking a deep breath of the crisp atmosphere, I hailed a local transport wagon to take me back to the corporate rinks. During the ride, I pressed my face against the glass window, watching the jagged streets of Ironvale City roll past—a place that felt entirely familiar yet completely alien to my wild spirit. My mind drifted into a deep fog until the transport slowed to a crawl near the massive iron gates of the Nightbane Hockey Stadium, where a huge crowd of furious lower-tier wolves had blocked the road, waving massive banners that read 'RETURN OUR BREAD COIN!' “Hold the reins right here,” I called out to the driver, rolling down the leather window shield to look at the shouting protesters

If she looked too closely, if she realized I was suppressing a royal Nightveil aura, she would know I wasn't an orphan. "Perhaps my husband prefers to keep his private life private, Lady Valerie," I replied, meeting her icy stare with a mask of pure innocence. Valerie smiled, a slow, dangerous expression that promised war. "We shall see. The Frosthound Kingdom does not send its princesses to be ignored. The elders have invited me to stay in the eastern wing for the duration of the winter gala. I look forward to getting to know you, Aurora. And your husband." "The eastern wing is prepared," Elder Thomas muttered, glaring at me one last time. "Come, Lady Valerie. Let us leave the Council's cha

That wasn’t my first time in a helicopter but this time, it was so different. Thirty minutes later, the helicopter touched down on a private helipad. We were on a secluded island. The air was warm, thick with the scent of saltwater and tropical night flowers. In the center of the estate sat a magnificent, modern glass villa, glowing like a lantern against the dark shore. But as Davis led me inside by the hand, the first thing I noticed was the silence. There were no staff, servers or even security. It was just us. "Davis, where is everyone? I’m sure this place isn’t always like this." I asked, looking around the whole place.