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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.

Kaiden got out of the car and faced Nyxon. “You know why I went this far, Nyxon. Don’t be a coward hiding behind your dad’s shadow,” Kaiden snapped. Nyxon was enraged hearing that and was about to charge, but was held back by his warriors. “Take that back and hand over Mina!” Nyxon threatened, starting to shift and be replaced by Fenrir. “Or what?” Kaiden challenged with his signature smirk. “We’ll declare war on Stormsurge,” Nyxon replied. I gasped at the scale of the problem I had caused, this wasn’t what I wanted—I quickly reached for the door.

Onyx commanded angrily. “Yes, sir!” the subordinate responded and went to make arrangements. “He might be tough, but we’re hundreds of people strong. We can still crush him.” Onyx had a dominating presence. “Yeah!” the members shouted in unison as if they were injected with adrenaline. The Onyx Clan was prepared to beat Kiran to a pulp. Susan was extremely excited when she learned about this. She immediately called Snow to inform her. Snow was showering, so she did not pick up her call.

We still didn’t know the full extent of my ability, and I couldn’t stop wondering what would happen once the seal loosened fully. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I turned towards it just to see Poppy stick her head in, smiling from ear to ear. “Luna!” She bounced into the room like an overly excited puppy. I could practically see her tail wagging. “What is it Poppy?” I found myself laughing along, infected by her enthusiasm. “I just heard from Beta Lucas that your marking will be taking place in two days.”

“There’s another thing…They’re coming here. This was the next pack planned for a cull. On the new moon when it’s the darkest, that’s when they’ll strike.” I reeled. “And you’re just telling us this now? Fuck. We’ve got to start evacuations of those who can’t fight.” I pounded my fist on the table next to Sienna and she jumped, fear coating her rogue scent. “I’m sorry, I needed to get my mate healed first. I figured if I told you right away that they were coming you’d kill me. But I’m not hiding anything else. You’ve got time to prepare and evacuate those who can’t fight. And the defences of Onyx are one hundred times that of Grey Back.”

He cleared his throat, the sharp sound shattering the quiet. "The alliance is formed," Onyx announced, his voice carrying over the fading murmurs. "The Silver Fang Pack chose not to sign, so be it. Alpha Nox, I remain deeply grateful for everything you did for my people during the winter famine. I will find a way to repay that debt before the season turns." I tightened my grip on Damien's arm to keep from laughing aloud. Onyx was giving us the perfect plausible deniability right in front of the Duke. Damien took two steps forward, his boots ringing out in the quiet room.

Sasha still haven’t given up on trying to steal my man. Maybe it was time to make it painfully clear that Orion was taken. A smile tugged at my lips. “Fine,” I conceded with a small sigh. “I guess I’d better start packing.” The moment I agreed, the worry on Orion’s face melted away. A bright smile spread across his lips, stretching from ear to ear. “Good,” he said, sounding far more relaxed than he had a few moments ago. “Then I’ll have the team start working on a press release announcing that your next exhibition will be held in New York City.”

“Dalton’s making his move tomorrow.” I blinked, my stomach dropping. “Tomorrow? You mean during the—?” “Yes.” Her eyes softened, but it didn’t help. “Hehas gathered his men and says he’s going to make Dominic Storm pay. He’s going to drag him by his sins in Public.” My pulse kicked hard. “You mean he’s going to launch an actual attack? And not just make threats?” She nodded once. “He’s not bluffing this time.”

"But they also make us stronger." My phone rang again. Darren, of course. "Change of plans," he said. "The twenty-four-hour deadline? Consider it cancelled. Nova has until midnight tonight to decide. After that, the photos go public, the lawsuits get filed, and your mother gets a very interesting visit." "You son of a—" "Midnight, Storm. Tell her to choose wisely." The line went dead. I looked at Nova, seeing the defeat in her eyes, and made a decision. If Darren wanted war, he'd get one.

George Austin replied excitedly. Christopher Walker replied with a smile on his lips, “It feels like you are really impatient, George. Alright, as you say we can meet tomorrow. Let's discuss the rest of the matter at my house. I will wait for you with your favourite fish fries and prawns. Don’t be late.” Mr. Austin answered back, “Of course I will be on time then see you on Sunday.” They disconnected the phone. Immediately a smile lit up Mr. Austin's face as if he had won a lottery. He mumbled, “I am waiting for years for this day. At last I am going to succeed.”