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Asher did not let the room turn into another split plan. “No more two-front games,” he said. “I hold the camp. You take one road. That is all.” Sable nodded. “Six. That is what we can lose and still keep the walls.” Wren was already pulling a strap across her good shoulder. “Then I am one of the six.” “No,” Asher said. “I can walk.” “You can barely lift that arm. You stay.” Wren looked at me. “Tell him.”

***Daphne Pov *** I watched Queen Charlie take charge she was a bit of a whirl wind. Having decided we didn't feel comfortable in the witches house completely, she had let the warrior gaurd they had brought with them know our where abouts and they had arrived with camping gear and the strange islands lawn now looked like a military base. Max had called Alpha Carlos who had some of his warriors on route to secure the Island also as an extra precaution. I had no energy left now and I sat back on the grass just watching it all. My adrenaline now long gone and with a sense that I had achieved what Sasha asked me too I was now refilled with grief. I no longer wanted to engage with people and I co

Another wave rises, washes over me, and flows out, leaving me clear-headed. The rest of our friends? They’re hurting, too. Charlie wasn’t just another warrior. She was the glue that held so many of us together. Sassy, fearless, full of life. And now she’s gone. But where Zak and Brandon are drowning, the others compartmentalize. Some use their pain to fuel their fight. Others lock it away for later. But my second job? Using the Riding Hoods' emotions against them. And right now? They’re afraid. Normally, we would take prisoners. Normally, we’d show mercy. But these witches? They’re vicious. Suicidal. They’ll die before they surrender.

When her eyes fluttered open, confusion gave way to horror. “You,” she rasped. He leaned forward. “Welcome to the real war, Evelyn.” She struggled against the restraints. “Damian will find me.” “Of course he will. That’s the point.” He stood, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek in a mockingly gentle gesture. “Let’s see how far love really goes when the price is everything.” Behind the glass, Emma watched, arms wrapped tightly around herself. She told herself this was justice. Revenge. The final chapter.

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

Charlie then said immediately, “I’ll get the crew to apply for a flight route to send you to Yemen, then.” Porter nodded. After that, he turned around and looked at Hunter, who was sitting on the chair, and Zayne, whose eyes were hollow and empty. He hesitated again and again, but he still said to Charlie in the end, “Mr. Wade, there is another request that I would like to ask of you, and I hope that you will agree to it...” Charlie asked lightly, “You’re talking about your two War Kings, right?” Out of the Four War Kings from Ten Thousand Armies, two had died in Charlie’s hands, and the other two had turned into invalids.

“I know you’re her mate, but you want to take her back to Snow Creek so soon?” Jaedon nodded. “I fear a war is starting.” My mother looked down at her hands, where she was turning her wedding ring on her finger. “You’re right.” I was confused. Mother continued. “When your father and I married, there were many threats made to us. However, Alpha of Snow Creek and Alphas of many other packs were our allies or just indifferent. This was the first marriage they had seen of an Alpha and an original. No one was as upset as they are now. When we married, there weren’t too many daughters of Alphas that your father could choose and I was his destined mate for a reason. People were angry, but it was wh

Reed muttered sullenly, still not turning around. Zolan sighed. Reed had been the newest member of their group and the youngest too. He was a charming young man but Reed, for some reason was avoiding women. He always claims that he did not intend to bed a woman who is not his lover. Levy always teased Reed because of his refusal to step into any brothel. But Zolan found that the young man's mother was a wench and Reed had a very disturbing childhood. It was hard to believe that a great warrior like him had a history of such background.

He gestured for me to continue, his fingers flicked, asking me to come closer. I approached him slowly, one step at a time , trying not to show that I was scared . "I was on my way back from Damien's territory, Alpha," I continued. "We had...discussions about the potential alliance. But as I was leaving, the wild wolves attacked me. I swear, Alpha, I didn't betray your trust. I would never put your pack in danger." Fenrir's eyes narrowed further, his gaze seemed to bear into my would . "And what about Damien?" he asked, his voice firm but measured. "Did you form an alliance with him as I instructed?"

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.