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“You’re starting to sound like Damian.”The words slipped out before I could stop them. Elijah’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on the edge of the table in front of him. The room fell into an uneasy silence, the tension between us suffocating, palpable. He turned slowly, his gaze piercing through me like a blade.“What did you just say?”I stood my ground, the pack’s eyes burning into my back. My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn’t look away. “You’re pushing us into a war we don’t need, Elijah. That’s exactly what Damian did. And look where it got him.”His jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tensing. “I’m nothing like Damian.”“Then prove it,” I shot back, my voice shaking despite the fire building in my chest. “Because right now, all I see is another alpha obsessed with control, dragging the pack into chaos.”I could feel the pack shifting uneasily behind me, their murmurs barely audible. They were waiting, watching. Elijah had them on a knife’s edge, and every word I sai
“Elijah’s going to get us killed.”Zane’s voice was low but tense, his eyes flickering toward the wolves gathered in the distance. The pack was restless, their murmurs growing louder by the hour. They could sense the instability, the chaos brewing under Elijah’s command, even if no one dared to say it out loud.I clenched my fists, frustration knotting in my chest. “I know.”“And you’re still going to follow him?” Zane asked, his voice hard, accusatory.I turned to face him, my jaw tight. “What do you expect me to do? He’s already made it clear what happens if I don’t.”Zane’s expression darkened, but he didn’t argue. He didn’t need to. We both knew the truth. Elijah’s rule was crumbling before it had even fully begun, but I was trapped. The pack was trapped. And if I made the wrong move now, it would all fall apart.“We can’t just sit back and watch him tear the pack apart,” Zane said, his voice thick with urgency. “The other packs are circling us like vultures. If Elijah pushes us i
“Annabel!”Zane’s voice echoed behind me, cutting through the swirl of confusion in my mind. I hadn’t gotten far from the council hall barely enough distance to clear my head—before he caught up to me.His footsteps were heavy, urgent, matching the frustration tightening his jaw when I turned to face him.“Tell me you’re not actually going along with this,” he said, breathless.I clenched my fists, trying to steady the storm rising inside me. “I don’t have a choice.”Zane stepped closer, his eyes blazing with disbelief. “You always have a choice. This? This is madness, Annabel! Elijah’s pushing us straight into a fight we can’t win.”I swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking into me. He was right. Elijah’s recklessness was a disaster waiting to happen, but the truth I didn’t want to admit hung heavy between us—I wasn’t just trapped by Elijah’s commands. I was caught between my loyalty to the pack and my fear of what Elijah would do if I stood against him.“What would you have
“Elijah knows,” Zane’s voice was tight, his gaze shifting uneasily between the wolves gathered around us. “We don’t have much time.”My pulse quickened. “How?”Zane shook his head, his jaw clenched. “Doesn’t matter. He’s already gathering his most loyal wolves. We’re running out of options.”The words hit hard, a rush of fear surging through me, but I couldn’t let it show. I looked at the wolves in the clearing—the few who had trusted me enough to meet tonight, to stand with me against Elijah. They were watching, waiting for me to lead.If Elijah knew what we were planning, it wouldn’t be long before he made his move. I had to act now or lose everything.“Then we move tonight,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “We hit him before he can rally more support.”A murmur of agreement rippled through the group, but there was doubt in their eyes, flickers of fear beneath their tense expressions. They knew what was at
“They were waiting for us.”Kara’s voice was strained as she stepped back, her eyes flicking toward the door where Elijah’s loyalists were flooding in. I could feel the surge of panic among the wolves at my side, but I didn’t let myself waver. Elijah had anticipated this move, and now we were trapped.“Elijah planned this,” I muttered, more to myself than to Kara.From across the room, Elijah’s smile widened. His eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction as his wolves surrounded us, cutting off any escape. I could see it in his posture—the way he held himself, the smug look in his eyes. He thought he’d already won.But this wasn’t over. Not yet.“We can still fight,” Kara whispered, her hand on the hilt of her blade, ready to spring into action. “We have the advantage in numbers.”“No,” I said quickly, my heart pounding in my chest. “Not yet. Not like this.”Elijah was watching us, waiting for a move. If we attacked now, we’
“Elijah’s going to retaliate,” Zane said, his voice tight as he stepped into the room. His eyes were sharp, cutting through the tension that had hung in the air since the moment Elijah walked out. “We have to be ready.”I hadn’t even had time to catch my breath before Zane came to me, his face grim, and the weight of his words settled like stones in my chest. The standoff with Elijah had been a small victory—just enough to buy us time—but now, the clock was ticking down again. Every second brought us closer to the moment Elijah would make his move.“I know,” I said quietly, my hands shaking as I pushed back the dread gnawing at me. “He won’t let this go.”Kara stood by the window, her arms crossed over her chest, her gaze fixed on the horizon as if she could already see Elijah coming for us. “He looked ready to kill you right there.”“He would have if I gave him an excuse,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “We don’t have the numbers for an all-out fight.”“And he knows that
“Annabel, they’re coming.”Zane’s words were sharp, cutting through the low hum of voices that had been building around me since the meeting. My heart stilled for a moment, then quickened, pounding hard in my chest. I met his gaze, the tension etched into his face telling me everything I needed to know.“How many?” I asked, my voice steady despite the dread curling in my stomach.Zane glanced over his shoulder, scanning the darkened trees surrounding the clearing. “Enough. Elijah’s sent his wolves to test us. He’s not going to wait any longer.”I clenched my fists, my mind racing. This was sooner than I had expected, but deep down, I knew Elijah would strike fast. He had to. After our meeting, the pack was beginning to shift, the tide turning against him. If he didn’t act now, he’d lose control entirely.“We’re not ready,” Kara muttered, stepping up beside me. Her eyes were dark, filled with the same fear I felt twisting inside me. “We barely have half the wolves we need.”“We don’t
“Elijah didn’t show up,” Kara’s voice was barely above a whisper, but the frustration in her tone was undeniable.I wiped the blood off my blade, my chest still heaving from the fight. The clearing was littered with the aftermath—wolves loyal to Elijah, now on the ground, either unconscious or struggling to stand. But no Elijah. The man always seemed to be one step ahead, watching from the shadows while others did his dirty work.“He’s testing us,” Zane said, his voice tight as he approached, glancing around at the battered wolves still standing. “He knew we’d win this fight, but he wanted to see how much it would cost us.”I clenched my fists, my jaw tight. Zane was right. Elijah was playing a longer game, gauging how far we’d go, how strong we actually were. And the truth was… we were hanging by a thread.“We need to regroup,” I said, trying to ignore the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me. “Before he comes at us again.”Kara shot me a look, her brow furrowed. “We’re not ready
Damian hit the ground hard, the impact jarring every bone in his body. His wolf surged forward, dulling the pain as he rolled to his side, instinctively shielding Annabel. Dust swirled around them, choking the air.“Damian,” Annabel croaked, gripping his arm.“I’m here,” he said, helping her sit up. She was bruised but alive. Relief flooded him for a fleeting moment before the sound of footsteps—calm, deliberate—drew his attention.Elijah emerged from the shadows, his figure illuminated by a faint glow emanating from strange markings on the cavern walls. His confidence radiated like a predator circling its prey.“You’re persistent,” Elijah said, his voice low and measured. “But persistence without power is just stubbornness.”Damian rose to his feet, his claws already extending. “You talk too much.”Elijah tilted his head, unbothered. “And you’re too impulsive. That’s why you’ll lose.”Annabel struggled to stand, leaning against Damian for support. “You don’t need me to stop him,” she
The sound of Elijah’s laughter echoed through the darkness of the collapsed cave. It taunted Damian as he tried to focus on Annabel’s weak breathing. His wolf senses adjusted to the pitch-black surroundings, honing in on the faint heartbeat that kept him grounded.“Elijah!” Damian’s voice was raw, a command that ricocheted off the rocky walls. “Face me!”The only response was the steady drip of water from somewhere deeper within the cavern.“Damian,” Annabel whispered, her voice a frail thread. “Don’t—”He knelt beside her, carefully loosening the ropes that bound her wrists. “We’re getting out of here,” he said firmly. “Stay with me.”“You don’t understand.” Her eyes fluttered open, dim but focused. “This is what he wanted. He’s not here to fight. He’s here to break you.”Damian stilled, her words striking something deep within him. But before he could respond, the ground beneath them trembled, a reminder of the unstable cavern.“Then he failed,” Damian growled. “Because I’m not givi
The forest stood still in the aftermath of Elijah’s escape, the silence almost mocking. Damian stared at the empty space where Elijah had disappeared with Annabel, his breathing uneven. His claws dug into the dirt, his body trembling with the effort to hold back the wolf clawing for dominance. Kara staggered forward, clutching her injured side, but her gaze never left Damian.“Damian,” she rasped, her voice tight with pain. “We can still track him.”He didn’t answer. The pack around them waited, the weight of his next decision pressing like a storm ready to break.“Track him?” Damian’s voice was low, almost too calm. He turned to Kara, his eyes alight with fury. “Do you think he’s stupid enough to leave a trail we can follow?”“We can try,” she shot back. “Sitting here won’t help her!”Damian’s snarl silenced her, but it wasn’t just anger; it was despair. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing in circles like a predator in a cage. Finally, he turned to his second-in-command, Jacob.“S
Damian’s growl echoed through the silent room. His fists slammed against the worn oak table, splintering its edge. "You let him get inside your head?" His glare bore into Annabel, who still looked pale and shaken from fainting. Her silence, far from submissive, was deliberate—a choice to observe before reacting."I didn’t let him do anything," she replied, her voice hoarse but steady. "Elijah’s power isn’t something you simply shut out.""Don’t defend him!" Damian’s voice cracked, a mix of fury and pain. He paced the room, hands clenching and unclenching. His wolf stirred beneath his skin, desperate for release. "Do you even know what you've done? You handed him the one thing he needed—us divided."Annabel winced. She hated that he was right. Elijah’s manipulation had left fractures between her and Damian, widening a rift that already felt unbridgeable. She drew a shaky breath, steadying herself before she spoke again."I made a mistake," she admitted, her gaze meeting his. "But I did
Damian’s claws dug into the quarry floor, his stance protective as he stepped in front of Annabel. The beast roared again, its guttural sound echoing across the rock walls. The figure beside it moved with eerie calm, their smile never wavering as they studied the three.“Annabel,” the figure said smoothly, ignoring Damian and Elijah entirely. “I’ve been waiting to meet you.”Annabel’s heart slammed against her ribs. “Who are you?”The figure chuckled, tilting their head. “I have so many names, but for now, call me the one who holds the leash.” Their hand gestured lazily toward the beast, which snarled, saliva dripping from its jagged teeth.“Doesn’t look like you’ve got much control,” Elijah said, his voice cold. His eyes flicked to the beast’s hulking frame, scanning for weaknesses.The figure’s smile faltered for a moment before sharpening again. “It obeys enough. And when I’m done with it, it will obey her.”Annabel’s blood ran cold. “What do you mean?”The figure ignored her quest
The beast emerged from the shadows behind the hunters, its form larger than any wolf Annabel had ever seen. Its massive shoulders brushed tree trunks as it stalked forward, its yellow eyes glowing with an unnatural light. The hunters froze, their weapons shifting uneasily in their hands.The leader cursed under his breath. “What is that thing?”Damian didn’t respond. He stepped protectively in front of Annabel, his claws extending again. Elijah’s stance mirrored his, though his eyes never left the creature as it growled, low and rumbling, shaking the air around them.“They didn’t bring it,” Elijah said quietly, his voice calm but taut. “That’s not theirs.”The scarred leader gestured sharply to his men, who reluctantly repositioned, their crossbows trained on the beast. “Stand down!” he barked at the wolves they controlled. “Focus on the target!”The controlled wolves whimpered but obeyed, forming a wary line between their masters and the newcomers. Annabel gritted her teeth, gripping
Damian’s eyes locked with Elijah’s, the air between them charged with unspoken challenges. Annabel stood in the middle, her hand raised as though it alone could stop the inevitable.“Elijah,” she said sharply, her voice cutting through their silent exchange. “We can’t do this now. Not here.”But Elijah wasn’t looking at her. His hybrid features were sharp, predatory, and utterly focused on Damian. “He’s afraid to act,” Elijah said with a calmness that made the insult sting harder. “That’s why he hesitates. He knows if he crosses me, he won’t survive.”Damian stepped forward, his tone like steel. “You’ve underestimated me before. How did that work out for you?”Annabel’s frustration boiled over. “Enough!” She turned to Damian, her expression pleading. “This isn’t the fight we need to win right now.”Damian’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t break eye contact with Elijah. “You think he can be trusted to stay in line? Look at him.”“I’m right here,” Elijah interjected, a cold smile spreading
Damian’s shout came too late. The rogue leader’s massive jaws clamped down on empty air as Annabel twisted away at the last second, rolling to the ground. Elijah lunged, his claws slashing in an arc that forced the beast back, buying her a moment to scramble to her feet.Annabel’s breath came in short gasps. Her eyes darted to the pack, holding their line against the remaining rogues. “We can’t hold this forever,” she muttered, gripping the silver dagger she’d taken from Damian.“You don’t have to,” Elijah replied. His voice was eerily calm, but his gaze stayed locked on the rogue leader. “This ends now.”“Care to share the plan?” Damian growled, sidling up beside them. Blood streaked his face, and his sword was slick with gore.Elijah smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Keep it busy.”Damian swore under his breath. “Brilliant. Why didn’t I think of that?”Before Annabel could say anything, the rogue leader let out a guttural snarl and charged again. Damian moved instinctively, ra
Damian barely dodged the blow, the rogue’s claws swiping past his ribs. He twisted, bringing his blade upward in a brutal arc that caught his opponent beneath the jaw. Blood splattered, but there was no time to celebrate the kill. Another rogue was already charging.“Elijah!” Damian yelled, blocking the next attack with a grunt. “A little help would be great!”Elijah stood motionless, his sharp eyes fixed on Annabel. She was kneeling just behind them, her shoulders rising and falling with labored breaths. Her connection to the barrier was gone, but the remnants of her effort left her pale and trembling.“She can’t hold much longer,” Elijah muttered to himself.“Neither can I!” Damian barked, shoving the rogue back with a kick.Elijah’s expression darkened, and with a low snarl, he finally moved. He intercepted the next attacker with blinding speed, slamming the rogue into the ground with a sickening crunch. His hybrid strength was terrifying, even to Damian, but right now, it was the