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Zayden We rush through the forest as fast as we can and bust through the tree line to see our warriors and rogues fighting hard. There are many wolves and humans lying around either hurt, unconscious or dead. I didn’t take any time to think. I rushed to the nearest rogue who was attacking my warrior and plowed in to them knocking them off my warrior and caused them to fly into another rogue nearby.

"We get many rogue attack in Red Fire so we treat them and have barely lost a limb in nearly over 10 years to a rogue attack." "What are you saying?, you can stop it?." I ask very confused. In all my years on earth and from what we were taught in school, rogue bites had no cure. You can only soothe the pain and if the rot begins to spread, which it almost always does, the legs get amputated. But here I was, staring at the two men in front of me like I had just seen a ghost, telling me they had the cure to Rogue bites. "We use a sort of soothing balm, like you would call it, made from a special kind of wild flower found only in Red Fire territory." Cedric adds. My eyes widen, while my brain a

Riley’s POV The warehouse stood like a jagged tooth against the gray sky. It smelled of rust, salt, and impending death. I looked at the nine girls standing around me. We were the "Wild Cats," the lethal weapons of the Triplets. But today, I didn't want to be a weapon. I wanted to be free. I checked my belt. My pistol was heavy. I felt the cold handle of the knife hidden in my pocket. It pressed against my thigh, a sharp reminder of the world I lived in.

After Varethkaal is sealed, Clara and Ashani uncover evidence that WildWood was only one node in a network of ancient, sleeping powers. The roots of these dark entities—known to the Yanuwah as the Deep Ones—spread beneath ley lines and forgotten places. Now, something has begun to stir in the northwest, near a coastal town where strange weather, disappearances, and madness are creeping inland. Emily’s spirit lingers, tethered to the new node… and a child, born near the ruins, may carry a seed of the old darkness.

But there were no words, no shortcuts—just time and hope. Jake was struggling too. He buried himself in school and robotics club, anything to stay busy. “I’m fine,” he kept saying. But I saw the exhaustion, the hollow eyes. Sixteen, grieving, and lost. We were all breaking. Just at different speeds. Thursday, Roberto Martinez called. “Alex, remember that landscaping association? They want you for all sixty-three member companies.” Sixty-three clients. That would push us past three hundred thousand monthly revenue. “That’s too many,” I said.

At first, I could only hear the muffled voices of people I barely recognized. Even though I wanted to move, my body felt too heavy. Just lifting a finger suddenly felt like carrying a 60 kg dumbbell with only one hand. Little by little, the voices became clearer and I managed to identify that one of them was my secretary, Viola.

"And I hate sleeping alone now." I turned to face him, snuggling into his warmth. My bed was smaller than his, forcing us into an intimacy that made my heart race. "What did you do all day?" I asked, tracing the line of his collarbone through his shirt. "Pack business," he sighed, closing his eyes. "We had a sighting. A Rogue." "Rogue?" The word sent a shiver down my spine. "A wolf without a pack," he explained, his voice thick with exhaustion. "They go feral. The isolation drives them mad. They attack packs, hurt people. They’re dangerous, Luna."

“There’s a cop been sitting out there lately, handing out tickets like he’s getting paid per fine.” “Guess he’ll have to catch me first,” she said lightly. The low rumble of engines cut through the air before she could say anything else. It wasn’t one bike. It was many. The sound rolled in like distant thunder, growing louder as it approached, until it filled the space outside. Vivian grimaced. “Well,” she said, reaching for a glass. “Looks like we’re about to get busy. Road Wolves are back.” “How many?” Rose asked. Vivian leaned to peek out the window.

And so Alan found himself astride his horse with the woman draped across the saddle in front of him, her body shielded in the crook of one arm, while Crispen sat on his other leg, his head nestled against her bosom. He glared at his men, daring even one of them to laugh. Hell, he had to relinquish his sword for the duty of carrying the two extra persons, never mind their weight didn’t equal that of a single warrior. Edward just better be damn grateful. He could decide what was to be done with the woman just as soon as Alan dumped her into Edward’s lap. As soon as they crossed over the border onto Woods land, a shout went up that echoed through the hills, and in the distance, Mary heard the c

“The Wild Hunt. Three days in the Scarred Woods. No weapons. No backup. Last Alpha standing decides Red Fang’s fate.” Kade, watching from the edge behind the line of guards, went rigid. His hand went to his blade before he forced himself to stop. Luna didn’t blink. “Fine.” --- She had six hours to prepare. The Scarred Woods were named for a reason. Rogue territory for 40 years. Cursed ground, the old wolves said. Wolves who went in rarely came out sane. The trees grew wrong there. Twisted. Hungry. Mara found her in the weapons room, sharpening a blade she wouldn’t be allowed to take.