My heart pounds as I stand before the United Nations assembly. Hundreds of eyes bore into me - diplomats, world leaders, journalists. The massive screens behind me display news feeds from every major network, all focused on one thing: me."Ms. Blackwood," the Secretary-General's voice cuts through the tension. "You claim to be a natural werewolf. Can you provide proof?"I meet Callum's gaze across the room. He gives me an almost imperceptible nod. It's now or never."I'll do better than claim." I step into the center of the chamber. "I'll show you."Murmurs turn to gasps as I begin my shift. After months of practice, this comes easier now. I can feel my bones growing, fur rippling on my skin, and just seconds later, a humungous black wolf where I had been."Infeasible!" someone wails.I hold the form for the requisite ten seconds, shift back. My designer suit rematerializes with only the faintest hitch-reinforced by another one of Callum's new tricks."As you can see," I say, my voice
The rain lashing against the windows of the warehouse was nothing to the growing unease as I studied the wall of monitors before me. In the reflection in my screen, I watched Callum pace behind me, his amber eyes aglow with the tension he was trying to keep contained."Report," he barked into his phone, making me jump. Months into this working relationship, his Alpha voice still sent shivers down my spine."Three more packs just crossed into London, sir," my security analyst's voice crackled through the speaker. "All following the designated routes."I pulled up the tracking software I'd developed and watched the blinking dots converge on our location. Each one represented a would-be ally, or enemy; trusting anyone was like attempting to walk barefoot upon broken glass after everything that had occurred with Mark's betrayal."The Munich pack wants a change in arrival time," I said, trying to sound as neutral as possible despite the knot inside my stomach continuing to build. "Her Alp
Another screen: A flash of motion had my heart stopping. It was someone in black moving through the shadows on the second level of the warehouse; the guy raised something catching dim reflections of light."Alistair!" I pointed to the screen. "Sniper!"He was running, but I knew he'd never get to them in time. My fingers flew across the keyboard as I initiated the emergency protocols I had set up: the lights in the conference room cut out just as I heard the distinctive crack of a silenced rifle.Chaos erupted. Through the darkness, I saw wolves beginning to shift, heard roars and snarls as centuries-old rivalries exploded into violence. But my attention was riveted on the security feeds tracking the shooter in his flight through the maintenance corridors of the building. There was something in the way he moved that reverberated deep inside-the surety of each turn of the hall, which ones to take."Oh god," I whispered as recognition hit. "They shouldn't have known about that exit."I
Early morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office at Blackwood Financial, casting long shadows across decades of board meeting minutes spread across my desk. Each yellowed page revealed another dark secret about my family's company - systematic persecution of werewolves spanning generations."This can't be real," I whispered, the tips of my fingers quivering as I traced a particularly damning paragraph detailing silver-based 'containment protocols.'The silver charm on the bracelet Callum had given me caught the light momentarily, blinding me. And the irony wasn't lost, either-here I was, mate to London's most powerful Alpha, unveiling my own company's hand in anti-werewolf violence.My phone buzzed. Another message from Callum: *Be careful, little fox. Something feels wrong today.*I couldn't tell him what I'd found yet. Not until I had proof. In twenty minutes, the board meeting would start, and I needed every scrap of evidence to expose decades of hatre
I stared at the wall of screens before me. My reflection fragmented across the glass walls of the conference room while every major news network displayed my whistleblower revelation. Morning sun caught my hair to the fight that was visibly going on to ignore shadows under my eyes from countless sleepless nights in preparation for this moment."Ms. Blackwood, your former CEO James Richardson claims these allegations are unfounded," the CNN anchor's voice cut through my thoughts. "How do you respond?"My jaws clasped together as James's familiar face flashed on screen. The feigned concern on his face turned my stomach."The documents speak for themselves," I said into the phone, careful not to let any shake in my tone. "Wolfe Industries has evidence of widespread discrimination against minorities for three years."I had seen, through the glass walls, Fiona pacing outside, her phone to her ear, her bright red hair ablaze in the morning light as she coordinated with our media contacts.J
The glass spire of Blackwood Financial shredded through the grey London air, its peak lost in mist-a wolf's fang aimed at the heavens. The boardroom door's cold handle shook beneath my fingers, a stark contrast to the acid sting of fear wafting from inside. Thready pulses raced inside chests, a cacophony of heartbeats blending with the steady tempos of Marcus's legal people,."Ready?" Callum's warm hand settled on my lower back, his touch sending a zip of electricity through my skin.I nodded, squaring my shoulders. "As I'll ever be."The boardroom fell silent as we entered. Marcus Chen, our pack's lead counsel, was arranging documents with military precision while other pack members positioned themselves strategically around the room. The humans shifted uncomfortably in their leather chairs, their anxiety a tangible thing to my wolf senses."Quite the crowd you've rounded up, Olivia." Amelia's voice cut through the silence like a knife. She strode in, her Louboutins clicking against
My heels clicked against ancient stone as I descended into the emergency council chamber beneath Wolfe Industries. Every step echoed with the weight of what was coming. What we'd done."They're waiting." Callum's voice carried that edge of authority that still made my wolf want to submit, even now."Let them wait." I straightened my blazer, a gesture more for my nerves than appearance. "We did what had to be done."The heavy oak doors opened, and the sea of hostile faces appeared. The energy from the pack leaders hit me like a wave- some were allies, others barely containing their rage. Modern screens with security feeds cast eerie blue light upon the chamber's stone walls, where the histories of the centuries of packs were etched in judgment.Protocol discarded, Marcus Chen rose before Callum could speak. "The corporate world was your playground, but this? Open warfare with Reynolds Corp?" His usually even voice shook. "We're one smartphone video away from exposure.""Sit down, Marcu
Outside Callum's office, the thunder booms as I slip through heavy oak doors, pulled by some inescapable force I couldn't explain. My newly enhanced werewolf senses detect the musty scent of ancient books and something else-fear, perhaps-lingering in the walls themselves."What are you hiding, Callum?" I whisper, running my fingers over the spines of leather-bound volumes.The storm outside intensifies, and I find myself in front of a section of the wall that feels different. My wolf stirred, scenting something behind the loose panel. As I pry it open, yellowed scrolls spill into my trembling hands.I could feel my heart as it raced while translating those archaic symbols I've been studying. Each word chilled my blood a little further."'Born of betrayal's pain, changed by love's sacrifice, marked by the storm's fury.'" The words echo in the vacant office. "No. this can't be."Thudding footsteps enter. I whirl to find Callum in the doorway, his face a mask of resignation."You weren't
"Consider it done," Elena Volkov said firmly. "Go save your mate."Callum didn't waste time responding. "Alistair, organize the medical team. We need the anti-silver treatments developed by pharmaceutical. Fiona, coordinate from here." He was already moving toward the door."Where are you going?" Alistair asked, though he already knew the answer."To get Olivia.""Callum," Fiona called, her expression grim as she studied the biometric readings from Olivia's tactical gear. "Her heart rate's dropping."The Alpha paused, his face a mask of controlled fury. "Then I'd better hurry."I drifted in and out of consciousness, aware of voices around me but unable to respond. The silver burned through my system, preventing my werewolf healing from closing the wound."Stay with me, Olivia," Lucas urged, his hands pressing against my side. "The extraction team is coming."Silver poisoning was a unique agony—like acid in the veins, burning from within. I'd experienced it before, but never this sever
The damp air of London's underground tunnels clung to my skin, rank with the smell of sulfur and centuries of decay. I signaled the team to halt, my eyes adjusting to the darkness."Scent markers ahead," Lucas whispered, his military training evident in his precise movements. "Two hundred meters.""Everyone clear on the objective?" I asked, adjusting the tactical pack containing Amelia's stolen files against my back.Sophia nodded, her dark eyes gleaming amber in the low light. "Get in, confirm virus distribution points, get out. No engagement unless necessary.""And if it becomes necessary?" I challenged."Then we make them regret ever hearing the word 'werewolf,'" Lucas growled, his fingers flexing as if already imagining claws extending.The three younger wolves—Elliot, Zara, and Dominic—exchanged nervous glances. They were pack members Callum had reluctantly agreed to include after I'd insisted we needed their specialized skills."Stay focused," I told them. "Remember your trainin
Rain lashed against the windows of the executive suite of Wolfe Industries as I stared at the security footage playing on my tablet. My hands shook as I watched James-my ex-husband-stalk through the loading docks of our research facility."How did he get access?" I demanded, my voice sharp enough to make Fiona flinch."Amelia gave him the codes." Fiona's Irish lilt carried a growl. "She's been feeding him that experimental serum for weeks."My stomach lurched. The mate bond with Callum pulsed with shared anxiety-he'd felt my distress from across the city. "Show me the lab footage again."The video showed James injecting himself with a glowing blue liquid, his body convulsing as bones crackled with the transformation. But this wasn't a normal shift. The black wolf that emerged was grotesque, nearly twice the normal size."Olivia." Callum's voice came from the doorway, low with tension. He crossed to me in three long strides, pulling me into his arms. I breathed in his scent - pine and
James stood in Callum's office, and the mere presence made my skin shiver. His new form felt like ill-fitting skin with twitchy movements. Behind him, the full moon neared, cloaking everything in an ominous luminescence through the floor-to-ceiling windows over the panorama of London at dusk."I did this for you, Olivia," James said, shifting a step closer. His amber eyes flashed in that terrible rhythm of human and wolf. Terrifyingly too irregular. "To understand what you've become.""Back," I stammered, continuing my reverse pace. The shifting in James wasn't quite right - a perversely distorted sense in his energy - wrong."Afraid?" He let loose with a burst of manic-tinged laughter. "The great Olivia Blackwood afraid of her own husband?"Ex-husband," I corrected sharply. "And you're insane if you think this changes anything between us.""Everything's changed!" James lunged forward, grabbing my arm. His grip burned like fire. "You took everything from me when you chose him. Now I'l
I cross-referenced another bank statement, and the numbers on my screen all began to blur together. My wolf bristled beneath my skin, restless after hours being trapped in my office. But I had to find the connection. Had to prove Amelia's research wasn't just funded by concerned citizens."Got you," I whispered to myself, my fingers flying across the keyboard. Shell companies folded into shell companies, but they all connected to one base-PharmaCorp Global.My office door burst open. "Olivia." Callum's voice was tight with tension. Amber eyes locked onto mine, and instantly my wolf perked up at her Alpha's presence. "The board meeting's been moved up. They know."My heart stopped. "How?"Amelia." His jaw clenched. "She sent proof to every major shareholder.""I'll come with you." I stood, but Callum raised his hand."No. Stay here. Keep digging." His voice softened. "Please, love. This could save us all."He was gone before I could argue. I forced my attention back to my screen, the a
I quaked and replayed for the third time the recorded shot from surveillance cameras. Amelia's secret facility gleamed on screen in all clinical white and beige, and then he appeared-the figure of James meticulously recording how captured werewolves struggled and writhed through transformation."Olivia." Callum's voice held concern tight as he stood a step behind. "You really don't want to go over this again.""I do." It cut deeper than James's infidelity ever had. "He's working with Amelia to develop a 'cure' that's nothing but torture.""We have enough evidence." Callum's hand settled on my shoulder. "The pack alphas are waiting."Turning from the screen, I met his amber gaze. "How many did they experiment on?""Too many." His jaw clenched. "But we'll end this. Tonight."It was already chaotic when we entered. Five London alphas prowled the marble conference room, centuries of rivalry crackling between them."This is a waste of time," Marcus snarled, his massive frame towering over
My body shook with strange power coursing through my veins. Shattered glass crunched beneath my feet, scattered across the marble floors of Wolfe Industries' headquarters. The full moon's ethereal glow filtered through the broken windows, casting long shadows across the destruction."Olivia." Callum's voice was tight with concern. "Your eyes."I caught my reflection in a shard of glass. Where my green eyes once were, brilliant gold now blazed back at me. The power rising inside was ancient, primal-something far beyond the normal werewolf strength I'd grown so accustomed to."What's happening to me?" My voice shook as another wave of energy pulsed through my body.Callum took a step toward me, then stopped, once more. My mate was one of the most powerful Alphas in London, but even he acted cautious against the force emanating from my skin. Through our bond, I felt his amazement and uncertainty."The prophecy," he breathed. "It's actually happening."The screech of helicopter blades cut
Chapter 89: ConvergencePain rips through my body as another wave of silver fire courses beneath my skin. Through blurred vision, I catch my reflection in the penthouse window – ethereal symbols pulse across my arms in an ancient script I shouldn't understand but somehow do. My fingertips trace the glowing marks, each touch sending sparks of electricity through my nerve endings."She's burning up." Marcus's worried voice sounds like it comes from afar. "The Proto-Lycian markings are spreading at a speed I have never seen. At this rate.""At what rate?" I demand in my hoarse voice. "Tell me what's happening to me!"The pack healer gives a glance at his assistant. "The ancient bloodlines stir within you. But the blend of First Born and witch ancestry-it's unprecedented."I try to focus on the London skyline beyond the glass, but my enhanced senses are going haywire. The heartbeat of the city pounds in my ears-thousands of footsteps, whispered conversations, and. something else. A primal
The ancient Celtic runes swirled in front of my eyes as Emilia's fingers quivered across the worn leather journal. My heart crashed against my ribs, each beat a repetition of the omen to be. The heat from the lamp couldn't dispel the chill in my bones."Olivia." Her voice broke. "The prophecy. it's about you."Callum's presence behind me shifted, his warmth radiating against my back. The lamp's glow cast long shadows across the pack library's wooden shelves, making the ancient texts loom like silent witnesses."What do you mean?" I fought to keep my voice steady."Five bloodlines must come together under the power of the crimson moon." The pattern that outlined the runes glowed beneath the touch of Emilia's tracing finger. "The Blackwoods- which is your family. Should one of these five fail, the ritual has to. This can't-"I turned, and fell, nearly stepping back onto Callum, my face beet red."A werewolf," Callum completed in a growl. "Your bloodline is no coincidence, Olivia. The Ma