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“Leader of the Seraph Syndicate.” Lucien laughed softly. “Well, Aurora congratulations.” Aurora turned. “Why?” Lucien’s eyes glittered. “You’ve officially attracted the attention of every apex predator on the planet.” Outside the gate, Helena Voss lifted a communicator. Her voice carried through the storm. “Aurora Hale.” Aurora stepped onto the balcony. Rain soaked her hair instantly, but she didn’t move. “I’m here.” Helena smiled faintly. “You’ve inherited something extraordinary.” Aurora crossed her arms.

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

Couldn’t. Kael turned to face the pack. “From this night forward,” he announced, voice steady and commanding, “your new Luna is Nova Wellington. Daughter of Wellington Red — the most feared lycan warrior this pack has ever known.” Whispers broke out immediately. Confusion. Disbelief. Even I was confused. Wellington Red? My father had been a nobody. Just some rogue who died before I was old enough to remember him. Kael walked toward me. The crowd parted like water. He reached down, broke the chains around my wrists with one easy twist, and pulled me to my feet.

"My inner wolf fully comprehends the gravity of this watch." Even if my mind was the hidden engine behind the Wraithfang Recon Unit, tonight my frame represented the future of Nighthowl Systems. Orion was riding an absolute wave of respect across the borders right now, and with his sire being an ancestral legend of Skyfang Rift Engineering, not a single warlord in the hall would dare snub his presence. Between exchanging formal warrior salutes, Orion made a calculated point of parading my form before the chieftains. "This is Lardon Vexley—the tactical genius my vanguard just integrated into the core architecture of Nighthowl Systems."

And that night, I unexpectedly walked into one of the rooms and saw Lea sitting with liquor on her desk. Lea looked dazed with a mischievous glance, she was clearly not fully sober. She looked at me intensely, like she was assessing me from top to bottom. As for me, I suddenly felt the pain in my chest return. The damn illness that came unexpectedly almost made me grimace and turn away. But the moon goddess seemed to have other plans. At that moment, I could clearly recognize that the woman was an alpha werewolf. Supposedly, Lea also instantly realized who I was. I was Easton Winchester, an alpha of the famous White Moon pack.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

The number of chairs clustered in the room prevented him from approaching, but Aislen got the sense that he wouldn’t have done so as it would have diminished his dominance to come to greet her. “I am Victor Thornfield,” he announced as Dwayne closed the doors behind them. “Welcome to the Galgulit HaLevana pack of Rideton.” “I am Aislen Carter, the mate of Les Guerriers Sanctifies of Havermouth’s Triquetra, and Emissary of the Goddess,” Aislen did not sit, pushing back the central chair opposite to him and planting her fingertips onto the tabletop, mirroring his pose. “I am also, with my mates, leader of the Les Guerriers Sanctifies in Havermouth.”

He wore the gray leathers of the Wolf Council's special forces and carried a silver sword that hummed with magic. "Thelma, daughter of James and Catherine." His voice was rough, emotionless. "You're under arrest by order of the Wolf Council. Surrender yourself for execution." "Execution?" Theo stepped forward. "Who the hell are you?" "Kael Storm. Witch hunter." His cold eyes never left me. "I've been tracking Morgana for five years. When the Oracle's cave lit up with dark magic last night, I knew she'd made her move. And when I arrived to find you," he pointed his sword at me, "wearing her corruption like a second skin, I knew what had to be done."

Larger than any Wolf should be. She wasn’t just my wolf. She was something greater. “She’s attacking the Luna!” Aaron bellowed. “That’s treason!” Leila ran to Luna Paleframe’s side, screaming, “You saw it! She committed treason!” The officials began to shift—bodies morphing, muscles expanding, claws tearing from their hands. They were ready to rip me to shreds. “I told you she’s here to replace the Founding Blessings!” Leila spat. “Only I should receive the Black Moon Flowers—not her! Attack her!”