NEAH The first thing I see when we crest the hill is smoke. Black and thick, rising from the eastern woods. The packhouse stands but wounded. Windows shattered. Front door hanging off its hinges. Scorch marks on the walls. My home. Bleeding. "Stop the truck," I tell Liam. He does. I'm out before we fully halt. Running toward the smoke. Toward the sounds of fighting that haven't stopped. Liam is right behind me. I feel him through the bond. His fear. His fury. His absolute refusal to let me out of his sight. We round the packhouse and the battle comes into view. Iron Valley wolves fighting in tight formation. Bloodline operatives pressing from three sides. And in the center, directing the defense, is Vanessa. She's covered in blood. Hair wild. But her eyes are clear. Focused. She barks orders and warri
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