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Finley"What I want is irrelevant," I answer Ryleigh truthfully, sidestepping her trap entirely. "What matters is the pack's safety, the mission's success, and maintaining professional working relationships despite personal complications.""Very diplomatic," she observes, her tone suggesting it's not a compliment. "But eventually you'll have to choose. You can't have them both."Before I can respond to this presumptuous statement, movement at the guest house entrance catches my attention. Liam emerges, taking in the scene with a quick glance that misses nothing. His expression tightens as he approaches, clearly unhappy with finding all three of us engaged in this late-night confrontation."What's going on?" he asks, his question directed at no one in particular."Just having a friendly chat," Ryleigh answers before anyone else can speak, her demeanor shifting subtly as she turns toward him. "Getting to know your Alpha candidate better."The transformation is remarkable—from confrontati
Dane The pre-dawn air carries a chill that has nothing to do with temperature. I finish my self-assigned perimeter check, noting with approval the disciplined positioning of the Forest Trails sentries. Alpha Bennett runs a tight operation—efficient without being rigid, secure without being oppressive. His leadership style has clearly influenced Finley's own approach, though she brings a natural adaptability that traditionalists like my father would consider weakness.They're wrong, of course. Her blend of strength and flexibility is exactly what modern pack leadership requires. Something my father, with his unyielding adherence to hierarchy and protocol, has never understood.My phone vibrates again—the seventh call from Mountain Ridge since midnight. Not my father this time, but Adam, his head enforcer and my former mentor. I consider ignoring it like the others, but Adam deserves better. He supported my training when others doubted, defended my appointment as enforcer when critics c
Dane The eastern equipment station is quiet when I arrive, the small group of Mountain Ridge warriors already assembled. Six in total, all experienced fighters who chose to remain at Forest Trails despite my father's initial recall order. Malia stands slightly apart, her position as second marking her as both part of the group and its designated leader in my absence."By now, Malia has informed you of Mountain Ridge's official communication," I begin without preamble, respecting them too much for diplomatic cushioning. "The situation is straightforward. Return within three days or face permanent exile from pack and territory."Jackson, our most experienced tracker, crosses his arms with characteristic bluntness. "Because we stayed to help fight literal monsters instead of rushing back for political posturing?""Because you defied Alpha authority," I correct, though I appreciate his perspective. "In pack hierarchy, that supersedes all other considerations.""Even pack safety?" asks Mir
FinleyThe eastern sky barely hints at dawn as I finish securing my tactical vest, double-checking each pocket for essential supplies. Communication devices, silver-edged blades, protective charms Celina prepared—all precisely where they need to be for quick access. The ritual of preparation steadies me, focusing my thoughts on the mission rather than the complicated tangle of emotions surrounding the men I'll be working with today."All teams report readiness," Dad says, approaching with the final mission coordinates displayed on his tablet. His expression is Alpha-neutral, but I catch the underlying concern he can't quite hide from me. "Perimeter defense is at maximum. Rhett will coordinate from the command center in your absence.""We've got this," I assure him, accepting the tablet and scanning the updated information. "Simple reconnaissance. We'll be back before nightfall.""Nothing about this situation is simple," he counters, lowering his voice. I suppress a sigh. The last thin
Finley"Teams to position," I say, deliberately stepping back from Dane and Liam, raising my voice to address all gathered warriors. "Communication check at arrival points. Movement protocols in effect from the clearing boundary."The professional reminder works, everyone shifting into mission mindset with palpable focus. Within minutes, the clearing empties as teams depart in their designated order—my central team first, followed by Dane's eastern approach, with Liam's western team completing the deployment.The forest embraces us as we move deeper into territory, morning sunlight filtering through branches in dappled patterns. I take point position, senses extended, Nova contributing her superior hearing and scent detection without pushing for control. The communication device in my ear activates with a soft chime. "Eastern team in transit," Dane's voice reports, professionally concise. "No anomalies detected.""Western approach proceeding on schedule," Liam adds moments later. "Sta
Finley"Finley," Dane's voice comes again, tension now evident beneath his controlled tone. "Your position is becoming compromised. The circle they're creating will surround the central team if completed.""Agreed," Liam adds immediately. "Western team prepared to create a distraction for extraction if needed."Their coordinated concern—rivals in all else suddenly united in protecting me—would be touching under different circumstances. Right now, it just complicates my tactical assessment."Negative on extraction," I decide after quick consideration. "We still need to document the complete pattern. Five more minutes for data collection, then controlled withdrawal."The reluctance on their ends is palpable, but neither challenges my decision directly. They understand the mission parameters even when instinct pushes against them."Central team, tighten formation," I instruct my warriors, who respond with immediate precision. "Defensive perimeter while Tara completes documentation."The e
Liam"Stone. Male Beta of Alpha blood. Second of three."The creature's words echo in my mind as I lead my team through the dense forest, every sense on high alert for signs of pursuit. Though we've put nearly two kilometers between ourselves and the ritual site, the unnatural recognition—that thing knowing my name, my bloodline, my position in whatever this "triad" represents—has left a chill I can't shake."Western approach maintaining course," I report through the communication channel, keeping my voice steady despite Storm's agitated pacing beneath my skin. "No pursuit detected.""Eastern team confirming the same," Dane responds, his tone equally controlled. "Forest sounds returning to normal patterns approximately 1.5 kilometers from site perimeter.""Central team in transit," Finley adds. "Documentation secure. ETA to compound approximately forty-five minutes at current pace."The brief exchange contains no unnecessary information, nothing beyond mission-critical updates. Yet ben
Liam As the teams disperse to complete equipment return and security protocols, the three of us follow Alpha Bennett toward the secure wing in silence. The professional distance feels both necessary and somehow false after what we experienced at the ritual site. After being named as connected parts of something larger than our individual pack roles.First of three. Second of three. Third of three. The triad awakens.Inside the secure wing, Celina already waits with various magical implements arranged on the central table. Her expression is grave as she examines the recording equipment Tara hands over, her fingers hovering above it without touching as she assesses the magical residue clinging to its surfaces."Powerful remnants," she observes, her voice tight with concentration. "The recording itself may be contaminated with influence effects. We'll need purification before viewing.""How long?" Alpha Bennett asks, practical as always."Twenty minutes for basic cleansing," she estimate
Finley “Liam Ryan Stone! How dare you growl at me!” Aunty Kat snaps back. “You’re an adult, capable of making your own choices. If mistakes were made. They’re yours alone! “Besides, you never asked for my advice. Maybe if you ever spent time with your parents, shared what’s going on in your life . . . but you didn’t. Besides, no mate deserves to be chosen out of a sense of duty, when your heart is elsewhere. I shiver involuntarily at the reference to Liam’s rejection. For his part, he hangs his head, looking duly chastised. “I know. You’re right.” He admits. “But I still don’t understand why you never mentioned the triad.”"Because knowledge shapes destiny," she replies, not defensive but matter-of-fact. "If you'd known about the triad possibility from childhood, how might it have influenced your choices? Your relationships? Your development?"The question hangs in the air, impossible to answer but equally impossible to dismiss. Would Liam have rejected me two years ago if he'd kn
Finley"That's enough for today," Celina decides, standing to break the ritual circle. "Too much too soon could strain connections that are just beginning to form.""But we're making progress, right?" Liam asks, the hope in his voice impossible to miss."Significant progress," she confirms. "The triad functions better than I expected at this stage. With continued practice over the next two days, you should be able to access the necessary connection when the Night of Seven Stars arrives."The relief in the clearing is palpable. For the first time since learning about our supposed "triad" status, we have tangible proof that we can make this work despite everything standing between us.As we help clean up the ritual space, I catch myself watching both of them when they aren't looking. Liam moves with the easy grace he's always had, a familiar sight that still makes my heart do uncomfortable flips despite my best efforts to remain detached. Dane has a different kind of movement—more delib
Finley"Focus on the connection, not the complications," Celina instructs as she arranges crystals around us in the clearing.Easy for her to say. She's not sitting cross-legged between two ridiculously hot guys while trying to form some mystical blood magic connection that might save the world.Just another Tuesday in the life of Finley Bennett.We're arranged in the same triangular formation as last night's ritual, but this time without the dramatic blood offering or full ancestral memory dive. According to Celina, this is like training wheels—simple energy exercises to get us used to connecting without fighting it. Baby steps toward the harmony we'll need in two days when the Night of Seven Stars arrives."Take a deep breath," Brynlee coaches from outside our triangle. "Acknowledge the mate bonds without actively engaging them. Just... let them be present without fighting against them."I close my eyes, trying to follow her instructions. Nova shifts restlessly beneath my skin, exci
Liam "I appreciate Forest Trails' offered protection," Parker says carefully. "But my focus remains on the immediate crisis. Personal consequences can wait until after the Night of Seven Stars.""Agreed," I say, surprised to find myself supporting his position. "Triad function first, everything else later."Finley studies us both, clearly skeptical of our sudden alignment. "Alright then. One crisis at a time."We spend the next hour reviewing Celina's suggested exercises, planning the progression of ritual practice over the coming days. The conversation stays professional, focused on practical preparation rather than the emotional landmines surrounding us. It's easier that way, safer for all of us.As we're wrapping up, my phone buzzes with a message from Kaden: Call with Mom arranged. 1PM your quarters."I need to step out for a bit," I tell them, suddenly anxious to speak with my mother. "Family call at one.""Everything okay?" Finley asks, genuine concern breaking through her prof
LiamParker's already there when I arrive at the common area, looking annoyingly put-together despite everything. How does the guy manage to look like he stepped out of a tactical gear catalog even after ritual magic and supernatural revelations? It's irritating as hell."Stone," he acknowledges with a nod."Parker." I drop into a chair across from him, deliberately casual in contrast to his perfect posture.The tension between us has shifted since the ritual—still there, still palpable, but somehow different. We've seen each other's ancestral memories, felt the truth of our connected bloodlines. Hard to maintain pure antagonism after that kind of shared experience.Doesn't mean I like him, though."Any word from Mountain Ridge?" I ask, because it seems like the least loaded topic available.His jaw tightens slightly. "The ultimatum stands. Twenty-four hours to return and face Silver Creek's challenge, or formal exile.""You going back?""Would you?" he counters, gold flashing in his e
Liam Three days to find harmony with a wolf I rejected and a guy who's been my rival since day one.Absolutely fucking fantastic.That’s it. I’m done with this calm, patient, demeanor meant to win Finley over. It’s obviously not fucking working and the gloves are coming off now. I pace the length of the room, unable to sit still while my mind races through everything we learned during last night's ritual. Storm paces with me, more agitated than I've felt him in months. He doesn't understand why we can't just claim our mate now that we've acknowledged the bond. Wolf logic—straightforward, uncomplicated, completely useless for the clusterfuck we're currently facing."Wearing a hole in the floor won't solve anything," Kaden observes from the doorway, his expression a mix of concern and that annoying big-brother amusement he never seems to outgrow."Got any better ideas?" I snap, then immediately regret it. "Sorry. Kind of on edge here.""No shit." He steps into the room, closing the doo
Finley "The gateway opens," Celina intones, her voice anchoring me, pulling me out from under the panic that nearly consumed me. "Ancestral memory becomes accessible. Seek the connections between bloodlines. Seek the understanding of choice."I close my eyes, and the world falls away.Flash of forest, ancient and primal. Three figures moving through moonlight with coordinated purpose. Not modern wolves but ancestors from generations past. Bennett, Stone, Parker—different individuals, same bloodlines. Same triangular positioning.The impression comes not as a vision but a full sensory experience—the scents of a primeval forest, sounds of night creatures, the feel of soil beneath feet moving with a warrior's discipline. Not my own perception but ancestral experience accessed through blood connection.More impressions follow in rapid succession:Three wolves facing something vast and formless, a presence more void than substance yet somehow aware, somehow hungry. Bennett leading, Stone c
Finley "The mate bonds serve as natural channels," Celina explains as she arranges crystals around the ritual circle. "They already connect you energetically."I nod like this is totally normal, like having two mate bonds isn't the biggest complication of my life after the whole "female Alpha" thing and, you know, the impending doom facing all supernatural creatures.No pressure or anything.The sacred clearing is beautiful at midnight, bathed in silver moonlight that makes everything look a little otherworldly. Under different circumstances, it might even be romantic. Instead, I'm about to open myself up to two men who've broken my heart in completely different ways. Yay.Nova shifts restlessly beneath my skin, confused and excited in equal measure. She doesn't understand the human complications—to her, having both mates present just feels right. Must be nice to have such a simple view of things."You look nervous," Brynlee observes, her amber eyes reflecting the moonlight as she hel
Dane "Twenty-four hours," I acknowledge instead of arguing with my father any further, neither accepting nor rejecting the ultimatum explicitly. "I understand the parameters.""Do you?" Real question enters his voice now, something almost like concern beneath his carefully held Alpha authority. "Do you understand what formal bloodline revocation means? What exile from Mountain Ridge territory entails? What severing from pack protection represents in practical terms?"I do, with painful clarity. Formal exile means more than political repositioning or ceremonial distancing. It means vulnerability to any challenger without pack intervention. Means loss of territorial access, resource rights, alliance protections. Means becoming effectively a rogue, subject to elimination by any pack viewing unaffiliated wolves as a threat."I understand the consequences," I confirm, the weight of potential exile settling alongside my responsibility to Finley. Another impossible situation requiring an imp