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Selene whispered, her voice filled with dread. The air within the chamber twirled brutally as the Soul of the Storm materialized before them, its shape indeed more massive and alarming within the kept space. Its eyes blasted with a frigid blue light, and the winds around it yelled with a wrath that made the dividers tremble. “We do not have much time,” Ethan said, his voice tight with urgency. “We have to locate the keystone now!” ---

Leonor pov As my wolf took over I could see the looks from those around us as her golden coat and sheer size appeared in place of myself . Onix , Orions wolf stands proudly by Jewels' side ready to unleash hell upon anyone in our way . Leaping forward we locked onto our target , before we left it was decided Orion and myself would take Cicero and Reec on . Lil and Haggen would take down the vampires and Fal and Lex rescue the teens . Our warriors are battling both Fae and rogues , it was chaos .

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

Thorne dared Leila to come at him with his expression. Zenia was pushing Leila backward as Sterling cried out then spasmed on the bar floor. Leila fought to control her wolf. No one harmed her mate! But Zen continued to force her back, away from her mate and the beast hurting him. She screamed in a rage and anguish, Zen’s lips were moving, but Leila couldn’t understand them. Thorne didn’t realize the danger he was in, he’d underestimated Leila. It would prove to be a fatal mistake.

“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.