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he muttered. This boy was not just a threat to the Order. He was the last tether to a prophecy that should have died long ago. The Crownless Wolf. The orphaned flame of rebellion. The one who could unite fractured clans under a new banner. And Xavier Wolfgang, as the most powerful alpha, did not allow loose ends. Orion reached into his drawer, pulled out his burner phone, and typed one line into a secured channel: "The heir lives. Permission to engage?" He closed his eyes. He had hunted dozens like Alejandro before. But never one so marked by fate.

BLACKTHORN OVERRIDE: NULL. He froze. “Someone stripped my master key.” Isolde’s throat was dry. “That’s not possible.” “It is,” he muttered, “if they knew the old Velvet. The system before me. The one I never got to wipe.” Then the text changed again. WRENLEIGH / ISOLDE – UNREGISTERED ENTRY. KNOWN ASSOCIATES: VIVIENNE WRENLEIGH. STATUS: VIABLE ASSET / UNSTABLE VARIABLE. WATCHLIST PRIORITY: LEVEL 2.

The advisor finally spoke, voice shaking, “There’s one more… someone higher up than me. A shadow… an ally of Lady Aravelle who moves unseen, directing her spies. He… he calls himself Veyran.” A chill swept through the room. The name carried weight, a danger beyond anything they had faced. Lena’s claws dug into her palms, her wolf growling in anticipation. Kade’s eyes blazed, gold fire igniting in his gaze. “Veyran,” he repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue like a curse. “Then he will feel the full force of Blackwood. Lena, gather our most trusted. We hunt him next.” The forest outside seemed to echo their determination, the wind carrying whispers of movement, shadows shifting in pre

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.

“Ms. Stewart? What a surprise.” The person who came was the level-1 member who had been following Campian around Northspring. Her name was Willow Steward, and she was a late-stage energy fighter. Willow observed Kayson up and down with her large eyes and mumbled, “Why are you so surprised? Do you not welcome me?” Kayson chuckled. “Of course not. I just didn't expect Captain Wolke to send a level-1 member like you to deliver the things to me.” Willow smacked her lips and said, “A level-1 member is nothing. Didn’t you just kill a vice-captain?”

“We will obtain transportation.” “Thank you. Werewolves I have not yet been introduced to,” Leighton assessed the Point Crest Triquetra. “You look close enough to the Van Helsings that I believe we may be able to use you to extract your she-wolf.” “If anyone tries to stop you,” Heath said. “Tell them that you’re operating on Joseph Lennon’s orders. He is the leader of the NES.” “Understood,” Dan said crisply and Aislen was pleased that she was beginning to be able to tell their voices apart.

Inside the Throne City palace hall, Alonzo, the second-in-command of the Ludendorff family, reported grimly to Raiden seated above. "Sir, this point, nearly one third of the Outlands had already been swept clean by the Cathedral." Raiden, whose gray, lifeless eyes never revealed emotion, simply nodded. Alonzo continued, "Just moments ago, Storm City was taken by Kass Dalla of the Cathedral. The Werewolf Lord, Viktor Kessler, fled into the Wraithwater Bog and has vanished."

It had been just one strike, and it was over. Lillia sat frozen, emotions stirring within her chest she hadn’t prepared for, Conrad’s words echoing alongside the parchments burned into her vision. Then, there was the way Regaleon hadn’t even drawn a weapon, the way his power had manifested even in his restraint. He is the beast of Wolfsbane—the beast of Wolfsbane—beast of Wolfsbane—beast. Her pulse raced. As if on cue, Regaleon lifted his gaze. He searched the arena deliberately, drifting slowly toward the tent until he found her. And he settled on her.

Loretta stared at him, speechless with awe. “You haven’t been coming to training,” Sven told me, ignoring Loretta. “There hasn’t been time,” I said. “Salem has changed, and . . . ” I trailed off, unwilling to reveal the depths of my fear. “I’m sorry. We can resume our training soon.” “Who’s the harlequin?” he asked, jerking his head in Loretta’s direction without looking at her. Loretta got up from the bed, nightgown trailing at her ankles, and held out her hand with a grin. “I’m Loretta Wolstenholm, good sir. Pleased to meet you.” She was blushing profusely.

The room was dim, lit only by the flickering white of the old interface and the hum of oxygen cycling through the command unit’s secure vault. Lena stared at the blinking coordinates on the screen—latitude and longitude locked into place, cold and final. Buried beneath the ice and ancient stone was the one system Calix couldn’t touch. Because even he had forgotten it existed. Or so Lena hoped. She reached for a secure microkey embedded in her watch band. With a soft click, it disengaged, revealing an old alloy strip engraved with the initials: L.W.O. — Lena Wellington O’Connell.