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STORM. B The realization moved through him like a physical blow. His shoulders tensed. His breathing—that careful, controlled undead breathing—hitched almost imperceptibly. His hand clenched into a fist at his side. One way or another, his reign of terror ended tonight.And he finally understood it."I've been thinking about you," I mentioned casually, grinning at him.Vladimir's jaw tightened."Across two lifetimes." I tilted my head, studying him like a specimen. "Do you know what I've discovered?"His expression remained carefully neutral, but his eyes betrayed him—a flicker of something that might have been fear."You're disappointing."One elegant brow lifted. A tell. He hadn't expected me to say that."The infamous Vladimir." I gestured around the courtyard with one flaming hand, my claws leaving trails of light as I moved it. "I expected... more.""More what?" His voice was controlled, but I heard the edge beneath it."Everything." I stepped closer, and the Phoenix fire flared
STORM. The battlefield disappeared. Blood saturated the night air, mingling with smoke and scorched stone and magic until every breath tasted of war. But none of it reached me anymore.There was only him, Vladimir.Time folded in on itself the moment our eyes met. His crimson gaze locked onto mine, and suddenly I wasn't standing in the courtyard of his castle.I was standing in the snow. White. So impossibly white. Before it became stained red.The metallic scent of blood hit me with terrifying clarity. I could still hear the ragged gasps of the wolf I'd loved with every piece of my soul, still feel the frantic pounding of his heart slowing beneath my human's hands. I remembered us screaming until our throat tore itself raw, desperately trying to wake him, nudging his body again and again because surely—surely he couldn't be gone. He couldn't leave us. Not when we had forever ahead of us. Not when our little pup hadn't even taken their first breath.Another memory slammed into me. Tin
ROMAN. A vampire shrieked as Creed’s jaws closed around his forearm. The satisfying crunch of bones echoed through the courtyard. He shook him once before releasing him entirely. His body sailed through the air, crashing into two more vampires charging toward us. The three of them collided in a spectacular tangle of limbs, robes, and wounded pride before skidding across the ground.We watched others jump out of the way of the three idiots.‘You know,’ Creed drawled, his amusement rippling through our shared consciousness, ‘for creatures that spend centuries pretending they’re terrifying…’ he paused dramatically, ‘vampires scream an awful lot.’He then proceeded to mimic the scream of our latest victim. It was spot on.‘Maybe it’s a mating call,’ I mused.Creed barked out a laugh so hard that his shoulders shook. The nearest vampires stared at him like he’d lost his mind. That was almost adorable. They followed a centuries-old predator who treated consent like a punchline, yet somehow,
OCTAVIA. The vampire's sword whistled toward Storm's neck, a silver blur cutting through moonlight. Her body dropped low, barely avoiding the blade that skimmed the space where her throat had been just a heartbeat earlier. She twisted and launched herself forward. Phoenix fire rippled across her fur in waves, leaving trails of heat shimmering in the air as she moved.The scent of ash filled the courtyard.'Oh c'mon,' I muttered dryly. 'He's making Count Broodyfang look competent.'Storm snickered at my thoughts, flashing a wolfish grin. At least she could appreciate my inner monologues.She slammed into another vampire like a battering ram. The impact lifted him clean off his feet and hurled him backward into a stone fountain. Marble shattered beneath his body, chunks of rock exploding across the courtyard.Oh, that was a satisfying punt.He barely managed to stagger upright before Storm was on him again. Her paw crashed into his chest, caving it in. Her fire hissed against his flesh,
OCTAVIA. He spread his hands, a gesture meant to look magnanimous but which only highlighted the tremor of rage running through him."You must be afraid."I barked out a genuine laugh, sharp, cutting through the night like a blade."Oh, Vlady," I taunted him. "I brought witnesses."The silence that followed was absolute. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.Someone behind me coughed into his fist, very obviously disguising a laugh. The sound was like gasoline on a fire. Vladimir's jaw flexed, his entire body going rigid with the effort of containing whatever was clawing at the inside of his chest."You believe numbers will save you?""I believe planning ahead is generally considered a positive personality trait," I replied, my tone light even as I felt the temperature around me gradually climb. I gestured vaguely toward his castle, and I could see his hands curl into fists at his sides. "You should try it sometime."His crimson eyes flashed. A warning, a promise of violence."I've
OCTAVIA. I was prepared. Or at least, as prepared as anyone could be before marching into a vampire king's stronghold. The difference mattered.Preparation didn't eliminate uncertainty. It simply gave you the best chance of surviving it.I'd spent the last week studying whatever small amount of information we had on the castle's layout until it was burned into my memory. We'd planned for ambushes, hidden passages, escape routes, magical defenses. We'd drilled worst-case scenarios until everyone knew their role without thinking. Until muscle memory replaced hesitation.We had nearly a thousand warriors, powerful allies, and a solid plan.On paper, we had every advantage we could reasonably ask for.Yet standing just beyond the portal, staring at Vladimir's castle beneath the light of the full moon, a knot settled quietly in my stomach.I was nervous, and that realization surprised me. Not because I believed I was fearless. Only an idiot walked into war without feeling anything. But beca
STORM.My eyelids fluttered a few times before they opened up fully. I was met by the soft light from the sun, a light that certainly didn’t belong to our bedroom. The sight made my breath catch. I was laying down in a garden but not just any garden. I didn’t need anyone to tell me where I was. My s
SAOIRSE.The bass hit me first, thrumming through the floorboards and up into my bones like a second heartbeat. Ireland had no shortage of clubs, but this one was different—darker, more dangerous. It was the kind of place where the wrong glance could start a war, and the right smile could get you ev
ROMAN.I had waited for this day for as long as I understood that one day I would have my very own Luna, just like Dad had Mom. As a boy, I used to watch them and wonder when I’d have that kind of bond. Something deeper than friendship, stronger than blood. Patience wasn’t always easy. The years dra
OCTAVIA.The low hum of voices wrapped around me as I sat at the long dining table.The King family dinner was something that had occurred multiple times since Roman brought me to the pack. I had to admit that it felt awkward at first, sitting among them with their easy familiarity that living toget







