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Inside the shield, it was dry, illuminated by the harsh industrial floodlights of the base. Below, in the courtyard, two hundred soldiers were moving in perfect synchronization. They weren't the starving refugees I had saved from the jungle six months ago. They were unrecognizable. They moved like oil. Silent. Lethal. They wore matte-black armor synthesized from the island’s mineral deposits and treated with Mara’s alchemical compounds. They carried weapons modified with Western solar tech and Northern iron. They were the Onyx Legion. And they were terrifying. "We launch at the New Moon," I said, the date hanging over us like a guillotine. "Forty-eight hours."

He hadn't prepared for this. He suppressed his panic, speaking with a careful, gravelly tenderness. "I’m your Alpha. Your Mate. We completed our bonding ceremony last week. We were going to announce it to the Pack at the end of the month." He hesitated, then layered a lie over the truth. "A few days ago, you went out to the balcony to look at the moon. You slipped and fell. You’re recovering from surgery now, but once you're well, we'll hold the announcement."

"Not recently, though." "Why not recently?" He gazes at me for a beat too long. I feel the need to fill the silence, but I let him decide what he wants to say to me. "Different priorities, I guess." A drop of cool water lands on my arm, and then the tip of my nose followed by my head. "Oh shit, rain." I stand swiftly. Rain means a storm could be coming. I need to be out of here as quickly as possible. Sensing my urgency, Onyx stands too and grabs my arm.

Frowning, I try to focus on the scene in front of me as Giovani takes the stand and starts to take in the members of Hunters Moon that are now fully gathered. “Welcome,” he booms, spreading his arms grandly. “Today is a glorious day as it marks the beginning of the blending of Onyx River and Hunters Moon.” As he speaks, looks of disgust cover the faces of Hunters Moon, but they don’t argue, as I was sure they were aware this place was peppered with members of not only Onyx River but also Obsidian River. If they even attempted to cause an uproar, they would be dead before they even got the chance.

"I will support you in anything you do. Until you reach your revenge against the Thornes and all of Silverstone." ** The gala had finally wound down. The last of the carriage doors had slammed shut, and the high gates of the Silverstone estate were being locked for the night. Storm walked toward the parking area, exhaling a long sigh of relief. He shucked off his heavy suit jacket, draping it over his arm as he loosened his tie. "Going to see Danica?" Storm stopped and looked up to see Nyx leaning against a stone wall. Nyx was already back in his tactical gear, checking the chamber of a high-powered rifle as he prepared for his shift guarding the fortress perimeter.

“Your video played a role in what happened too. So, thank you. Call the companies back. We will accept them all. Without any increment in charges. Call a meeting with the top-level executives in the next ten minutes as well. Let me share this huge news at once.” “Right away, ma,” Charlotte said excitedly. Reyona shook her head to herself as she said, “I think the storm is over.” “As it should, ma! As it should!” Charlotte exclaimed in excitement and hurried out. Reyona looked at the door as the thought of the events of the horrible past weeks ran through her mind in a gamut. The thought that her company would finally regain its foothold overwhelmed her. Tears of joy trailed down her face at

Storm Academy, Utah **August 2032 – Evening, Dean’s Office, Storm Academy** The sun has long set behind the peaks, leaving the office lit only by the soft blue glow of Celeste’s desk lamp and the occasional flicker of storm-lightning dancing across the windows—Remy’s idle element responding to the quiet mood. Celeste leans back in her chair, the signed Nico Black file now sealed and in the outgoing tray. Remy perches on the edge of the desk, arms crossed, gold eyes watching her with that steady coyote patience.