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How do you stop a wildfire when the people making it don't even realize what they're doing? Dante and Mira's eyes met across the flames. The silver light between them pulsed brighter, syncing up like two hearts beating as one. Then the fire turned white-hot and everything disappeared in blinding light. When I could see again, both siblings were unconscious on the ground. The fire was gone but it had carved a perfect circle into the earth around them, burned so deep I could see bedrock. And standing at the edge of that circle, having appeared from absolutely nowhere, was a woman I'd never seen before. She had silver hair that moved like it was underwater and eyes that glowed the same color as

I grabbed my keys and ran. The ride felt endless. I pushed my bike harder than I ever had before, weaving through traffic without caring who got in my way. Every mile felt like torture. Every second I imagined Lily lying there alone. Please… Just hold on. As I rounded the final bend, I saw smoke rising into the sky before the wrecked van came into view. Club bikes surrounded the scene. The area had already been locked down. I killed the engine before the bike had completely stopped and sprinted toward the wreck.

Tech, Tracker, Top and Sera were all present and all eyes turn to me the moment I step in. The look in their eyes is unsettling and my brows furrow slightly, only then did the news on the screen catch my attention. "The Wildfire in the woods is one of the many unusual occurrences in the Everdale Shaded woods over the years. On site reports state that there has been no identified source of the fire, nor any indications of natural causes." The anchor began a clipped tone.

The acrid scent of the smoke still clung to Ava, a harsh reminder of the fire that took her parents. At eight, her world was a scary, gray place. A cruel twist of fate left her alone, an orphan in a world that didn't make sense anymore. A warm hand touched her shaking shoulder. Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at a strong man. He seemed so strong, unlike the weakness she felt. His kind face showed he understood. "Please don't... don't... Please don't kill me too," she whispered, her voice small and scared.

His arms circled my neck, his fingers digging into my skin as he sobbed against my shoulder. The heat pressed against us, relentless. I turned, shielding him with my body as I navigated back through the flames. The porch creaked beneath us, and I forced my legs to move faster, knowing that every second counted. Knowing that if I stayed for a bit longer it would either collapse or the house behind me would collapse over us. The flames clawed at my back, and I gritted my teeth against the searing pain. My wolf surged forward, its strength fueling my human form, pushing me through the fire until I burst back into the cool air of the garden.

"What? Riley, what are you—" "LEAVE!" I bellowed. I reached the perimeter fence. I reached out my hand to grab the wire. I was going to go back in. I was going to save them. Then, the world turned white. BOOM! A roar like a thousand lions tore through the air. The ground jumped beneath my feet. A wave of heat slammed into my chest, throwing me backward. I hit the dirt hard. The air was sucked out of my lungs. I looked up, gasping for breath. The warehouse was gone. In its place was a towering pillar of orange fire and black smoke. Debris rained down like hailstones of fire.

Before my eyes, my memories—moments with Lucas, our seaside home, our love—were being gathered in his palm like burning spheres of fire. As a final attempt, I detonated the “super-simulation” code within me. Flames burst through the gaps between the Original Father’s fingers. The entire lab shook violently. In that blinding white explosion, when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the metallic city. I stood in an endless library—filled with billions of bookshelves. Every book was titled “Sophia.” I opened one book—it was the story of my life. I opened another—it described my death.

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

I couldn't just stand by and watch the pack die. The black wolf leader padded over, a freshly picked stalk of Blazing Flame Grass in its mouth, and gently placed it at my feet. I stroked its head and picked up the herb. The plague was extremely virulent; ordinary herbs couldn't suppress it. This was the final ingredient. Without hesitation, I snapped the Blazing Flame Grass and dropped it into the furiously boiling black potion. Hiss... A plume of white steam rose. The foul, murky black liquid miraculously transformed within seconds, turning a clear, translucent pale gold.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone