Roberto hung up the phone, the faint buzzing still reverberating in his ears as he turned to find Cillian smirking at him, a mocking glint in his eyes. His brother froze for a moment, before a slow, teasing grin spread across his face. "Man, you are so pussy whipped, it's almost cute.""Fuck off." Roberto dropped back into his seat, his eyes scanning the bar in front of him, then landing on the shots that had been delivered in his absence. He took one in his hand without thinking, suddenly aware of the emptiness creeping into his chest."More shots?" Cillian taunted."Shots are what real men take when they're not calling their girlfriend every five minutes to check in," Cillian teased, his tone dripping with sarcasm.Liam, who'd been silent until now, leaned over and gave Cillian a sharp slap to the back of the head. "Now's a good time to stop talking."The three of them raised their shots, their faces lit up with that same foolish grin they used to wear when they were younger. It fel
Roberto leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he peered into Liam's beer, the liquid swaying in the glass. The dim lighting of the pub played tricks on him, blurring the edges of the bottle before it snapped back into focus. "You sure you haven't had enough?" he muttered, a sarcastic edge creeping into his voice. "Are you sober?"Liam barely glanced up from his drink, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "Someone has to be sober around here, make sure you lot don't end up lost in some alleyway, passed out with your pants around your ankles."Roberto snorted, shaking his head. He turned to Devlin, who was staring at his own beer with the intense concentration only a drunk person could manage. "You hear that? He's not even drunk."The truth stung a little more than it should have. He hadn't planned on drinking this much tonight, but when the weight of nostalgia hit him-being surrounded by his brothers, the old, familiar chaos-it had been hard to stop. His lips twisted into a grimace. "Wha
Roberto lay on his back, chest heaving as his hands pressed down desperately on Devlin's wound. The blood was everywhere, soaking through his brother's clothes, his own hands, and the street beneath them. Panic clawed at him, choking out his thoughts. He lifted one of Devlin's hands, his own fingers trembling as they slipped through the warm, slick blood. The red staining his skin was real, too real. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Liam!"His oldest brother was there in an instant, the familiar authority of his voice cutting through the chaos. Liam's hands were quick, covering Devlin's with his own, pushing down with brutal force. "9-1-1, Roberto, now."Roberto fumbled with his phone, the blood making the screen slide under his fingers. He had to take a breath-his heart hammering, terror swallowing him whole-wipe the blood off his hand, and then dial. His hands were shaking too violently. The seconds were slipping away, life draining from his brother's body faster than he could track.The operat
The room was dimly lit, a single brass lamp casting a soft amber glow across the mahogany desk that separated Kylie from her father. John stood at attention, delivering his report with precision, his voice low and steady."It went off without a hitch," he began, his tone carrying just a hint of relief.Kylie leaned forward, her fingers curling around the armrest of her chair, the leather cool against her palms. "Details?"John's gaze flicked to her, his face impassive but his hands betraying a slight tremor. "Significant damage to the Hayes' property. No casualties. We slipped away before they arrived to investigate."Her chest loosened ever so slightly. She pressed for more, her voice sharper than she intended. "The night guards?""We incapacitated them like you ordered. No permanent injuries."The breath she hadn't realized she was holding escaped her in a quiet, shaky sigh. The weight pressing on her chest eased, but only marginally. Thank God. The attack had been a necessary evil,
"Do you want to drive, or should I?" Kylie's voice came out sharper than she intended, her nerves stretched taut as a bowstring.Micah shot her a sidelong glance, his expression steady but probing. "I'll drive. You're shaking like a leaf."She looked down at her hands and, sure enough, her fingers trembled. She clenched them into fists, swallowing the lump of panic rising in her throat. "Fine. Just... drive fast."Micah nodded, his movements precise and calm, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside her. He opened the passenger door, and she slid into the seat, the leather cool against her skin despite the summer heat. The faint scent of gasoline and old cologne filled the air as another man-a recruit whose name escaped her-climbed into the backseat without a word.The SUV rumbled to life, and Micah navigated out of the garage onto the street. The city rolled past in a blur of muted grays and greens, Beacon Hill looming in the distance like an unyielding fortress. Kylie's phone vi
Roberto stood inches from his older brother, the air between them thick with tension and raw emotion. His body was taut, his fists clenched as if he were ready to strike at any moment. When his dark, anguished eyes flicked to hers, Kylie felt the weight of his pain crash over her like a wave. She couldn't stand still. She crossed the room, her heels clicking softly against the polished hardwood floor, each step echoing louder than it should have in the charged silence.She cast a quick glance behind her, signaling to Micah and his partner to stay put. Micah gave a reluctant nod, his expression a mix of unease and silent understanding. The weight of their presence lingered even as she turned back to Roberto. By then, he was already standing directly in front of her, his towering frame radiating exhaustion and fury.Her hand hesitated midway to his arm. He looked intact on the outside, but she knew better. His grief might not be as outwardly visible as Keira's, but it was there, simmeri
Roberto PovThe tide of grief that had been drowning me since I realized Devlin's dreams would never see the light of day seemed to pull back a little when Kylie's arms wrapped around me. It wasn't gone-not even close. I didn't want it gone. Moving on as if nothing had happened would be a betrayal, a mockery of the gaping hole left in my chest. That wound wasn't closing anytime soon.I closed my eyes, letting the scent of roses envelop me. Kylie's scent. It was warm and familiar, a fleeting anchor in the storm that was tearing me apart. "Devlin was..." My throat tightened, the words scraping against the raw edges of my grief.She hugged me tighter, mindful of the bruises I'd barely noticed until now. "You don't have to talk about it if you're not ready.""I do," I murmured, though the truth was I didn't even know where to start. Pain didn't begin to cover what I was feeling. It was as if an endless abyss had opened inside me, yawning wide and threatening to consume me whole.She press
James PovI stalked through the house, each step heavy with purpose and regret biting at my heels like an unwanted shadow. There was no room for second thoughts now-not after my brother's catastrophic attempt to prove himself. That impulsive bastard had sealed our fate the second he pulled the trigger on an Connolly.If he'd come to me, I might have stopped him. I had a plan-leverage the oldest Connolly daughter, Sophia, to put this feud to rest. But it didn't matter anymore. His idiocy had written a new script, and we all had to play our parts.Turning the corner, I quickened my pace as raised voices filtered through the air. My gut twisted when I realized they were coming from the room I'd left her in. Damn it. Nothing was going right today.The door slammed open under my hand, revealing Ricky and two of his goons circling Sophia like wolves around a tethered lamb. She was cuffed to a chair, glaring up at them with fire in her eyes despite her vulnerable position. My brother leaned
The moon hung low in the sky, its silvery light casting an ethereal glow across the desolate landscape. The once-dark forest now seemed less foreboding, bathed in a tranquil light that felt almost like a promise. Gabriel and Sophia had been walking for hours, their steps deliberate but filled with a sense of urgency. The journey had been long, filled with peril, but they had finally come to the heart of the Silent Order's stronghold. The stone walls of the ancient fortress loomed ahead, standing tall and unyielding. This was it the final battle. All the secrets of the Order, all the lies and manipulations, had led them to this very moment. But in the air between them, there was something else: hope.Sophia took a deep breath, feeling the crisp air fill her lungs. It had been a long time since she had felt truly free, but tonight, it seemed possible. The weight of the past was heavy on her shoulders, but for the first time in a long time, she was beginning to believe that they could c
The forest stretched before them like an endless sea of trees, their thick canopies casting deep shadows over the ground. Gabriel and Sophia moved with purpose, but the weight of the discovery they had just made hung heavy in the air. The Silent Order wasn't just trying to control the bloodlines they were guarding something much darker.The night had fallen quickly, and the air grew colder, a sharp bite that tugged at the skin. They had chosen to rest by a clearing, where the moonlight filtered through the branches, giving the scene an ethereal glow. The fire crackled softly in front of them, the only warmth in an otherwise cold and silent world.Sophia stared into the flames, her mind racing. What were they really after? What was the Order hiding, and why had they gone to such lengths to keep it secret? Her thoughts were interrupted when Gabriel sat down beside her, his expression unreadable. The familiar warmth of his presence offered her some comfort, but she could still feel the w
The days that followed were filled with an urgency none of them had experienced before. Sophia could feel the weight of the task ahead pressing down on her chest with every step she took. She moved quickly through the pack's stronghold, her thoughts focused on the journey they were about to undertake. The stone Lira had given them was tucked safely away, but it was a constant presence in her mind, its power ever palpable.Gabriel, Zane, and Kaela had been busy making the necessary arrangements. Supplies were being packed food, weapons, maps, anything that could help them survive whatever lay ahead. They knew that the Silent Order would not take kindly to their attempts to disrupt their carefully woven web of secrecy. The Order had eyes everywhere, and the last thing they wanted was to become targets of a shadowy organization that had existed for centuries."Are you ready for this?" Gabriel asked one night as they stood together in a quiet corner of the pack's hall. He was watching her
The firelight from Lira's hut still danced in their minds as Gabriel and Sophia made their way back through the dense forest. The stone Lira had given them was cool in Sophia's hand, its intricate carvings catching the faint glow of the moon. Neither of them spoke for several moments, the silence between them filled with the gravity of what they had just learned."Do you believe her?" Gabriel finally asked, his voice low and cautious, breaking the quiet between them.Sophia's gaze was fixed on the path ahead, her mind swirling with everything Lira had revealed. "I do," she said quietly. "Everything she said... it feels right. But the weight of it all, Gabriel...""I know," Gabriel replied. "I know what it feels like to carry something this heavy. But she gave us the key. That stone it's not just a symbol. It's something more."Sophia nodded, her fingers tightening around the stone. She could feel the power emanating from it, even though it was still. It was as if it was waiting for th
The night was quiet, but the tension in the air was palpable. Gabriel and Sophia stood outside the council chamber, the weight of their newfound responsibility heavy on their shoulders. The council's agreement was a small victory, but they both knew that agreeing to support the search for the bloodlines was only the beginning. They still had no idea where to start, or what dangers lay ahead. "We can't waste any more time," Gabriel said, breaking the silence. His voice was low, his thoughts clearly preoccupied. Sophia nodded, her mind racing. "We need to find someone who can point us in the right direction. But who?"They both turned toward the woods, where the moonlight filtered through the trees in pale beams, casting long shadows on the ground. The vast wilderness that surrounded their pack's territory held secrets secrets that had been buried for generations. It was there, in the heart of the forest, that they had to begin their search. "There's an old shaman," Sophia said sudde
The journey back to the pack's territory was silent, the weight of the figure's words heavy on their shoulders. Gabriel and Sophia moved in sync, each step more determined than the last. The figure had given them a lead, but it was barely enough to build a plan around. They had to find the bloodlines, seek the truth, and expose the Silent Order but how? Sophia's thoughts raced, but she didn't speak. Every time she opened her mouth, the question of how to start seemed too daunting. The Silent Order had been around for centuries, manipulating everything in the shadows. Could they truly unearth something so hidden? She had to believe they could. For the pack, for Gabriel, and for herself."We need to talk to the council," Gabriel finally broke the silence, his voice low but steady. Sophia nodded in agreement, though the thought of confronting the pack's leaders filled her with unease. The council had always been cautious about change, resistant to anything that threatened the stability
The silence in the forest felt oppressive after the figure's revelation. Sophia's mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything they had just learned. The rogue packs, once thought to be the main threat to the werewolf clans, were merely pawns in a much larger, far more dangerous game. The real enemy was the Silent Order, an ancient group whose influence had shaped the very foundation of their world. And now, it was up to Sophia and Gabriel to expose them.But how? How could they fight an enemy they couldn't see, a force so entrenched in the fabric of their society that it was practically invisible? The more she thought about it, the more daunting the task seemed. The Silent Order had controlled everything for centuries. What chance did they stand against them?Gabriel broke the silence, his voice low but determined. "We need to get back to the pack, warn them. We can't just sit on this information and wait."Sophia nodded, though doubt still lingered in her mind. The pack was t
The wind began to pick up, rustling the leaves around them as Sophia and Gabriel followed the mysterious figure through the dense forest. It felt as though the trees themselves were closing in on them, pressing them forward into the unknown. Each step was heavier than the last, the burden of what they had just learned weighing down on their shoulders.Gabriel's eyes never left the figure ahead of them. The stranger had not given them much information yet, but the little they had been told was enough to shake the foundations of everything they had believed. Forces older than the packs? A new world order? It didn't make sense, but deep down, both of them knew they couldn't ignore it.Sophia, on the other hand, was consumed with questions. What was this legacy the figure had spoken of? What did it mean for the future of the werewolves? And most importantly how was she supposed to play her part in all of this? Her role had always been clear: fight to protect her pack, honor her loyalty, a
The air around them seemed to thicken as they followed the mysterious figure through the dense woods. The rogue leader, still on the ground, glared at their retreating backs, but his words had faded into the background of Sophia's mind. Everything that had brought her to this point the battles, the broken alliances, the heartache seemed trivial in comparison to what lay ahead.The figure moved with purpose, their silhouette barely visible through the thickening shadows. Every step they took seemed calculated, as if they knew exactly where they were going, and more importantly, why. Sophia's heart raced. What was this person's role in everything? They had to be important, or they wouldn't have intervened when they did. Gabriel stayed close to her, his posture tense. The atmosphere had shifted he could feel it too. "Do you trust them?" he asked in a low voice, barely above a whisper. His eyes were trained on the figure ahead.Sophia took a deep breath, her mind grappling with the quest