My heels clicked against the marble floor of James's office building, each step echoing like a countdown in my head. The familiar scent of his cologne lingered in the air - bergamot and cedar, now tainted with something metallic. Blood.Security footage of his crumpled form played on loop in my mind. My ex-husband, the man who'd shattered my trust, now lay in a hospital bed because of what everyone thought I'd done. My newly heightened senses picked up whispers from the cubicles I passed. *Monster. Animal. Murderer.*If only they knew how right they were about the animal part.The glass walls of the executive floor loomed before me, a sterile fortress against London's rain-darkened sky. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, reading the tension in my muscles. Callum's training sessions echoed in my thoughts: "Control the beast, or it controls you." Easy for him to say. He wasn't the one being hunted by his own pack.I slipped into the security room, my corporate access card still valid. Eit
Rain lashed against the windows of VentureTech's corporate headquarters as I crouched behind a filing cabinet, my heightened werewolf senses picking up the steady hum of servers. The familiar scent of James's cologne lingered in the air, a ghostly reminder of my past life. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed in his old password—a combination of our wedding date and his mother's maiden name. Some habits die hard, even after betrayal.The monitor's glow illuminated my face as encrypted files populated the screen. Each click felt like a countdown timer, knowing security could discover my presence any moment. But I had to know the truth. The image of James's mutilated body flashed through my mind, driving me forward despite the risk."Level 3 security breach detected," a robotic voice announced overhead.My heart rate spiked, but I forced myself to remain focused. Being a werewolf had its perks—enhanced speed, strength, and senses. But right now, I needed my old skills: the razor-shar
Lightning flashed outside Callum's office window, illuminating his rigid posture as he faced Amelia. I pressed myself against the wall beside the partially open door, my heart thundering in my chest. After weeks of investigating, the trail had led me here—to a confrontation I never expected to witness."Care to explain this?" Callum's voice carried the dangerous edge I'd come to recognize—the Alpha barely containing his rage. Papers slapped against his desk. "Unauthorized experiments on werewolf DNA? You've been working with humans behind the pack's back."I caught my breath, pieces clicking into place. The missing research files from my old company, James's strange behavior before his attack—it all connected to Amelia."My, my." Amelia's laugh held no warmth. "The mighty Alpha finally caught up. Though you're missing the most delicious part of the story." Her heels clicked against the hardwood as she moved closer to his desk. "Did you never wonder why I took such... special interest
Silver moonlight pierced through the ancient oaks of Hampstead Heath, casting long shadows across my face as I tracked the hunters' movements. My newfound werewolf senses picked up their acrid scent - gun oil and silver, a deadly combination that made my stomach churn. Three months ago, I'd been nothing more than a corporate executive nursing a broken heart. Now, I stood at the edge of a centuries-old clearing, helping coordinate the defense of a werewolf pack against trained killers."They're moving into position along the eastern perimeter," I whispered to Callum, my voice barely audible even in the stillness of the night. Despite everything between us - the betrayal, the lies, the pain - we fell into an easy rhythm of cooperation. His massive frame shifted slightly, unconsciously shielding me from the bitter autumn wind."How many?" His low voice sent an involuntary shiver down my spine, reminding me of easier times. Of passionate nights and whispered promises that now lay in ruins
My hands trembled as I burst through the doors of the pack's medical facility, the acrid smell of burning flesh and silver poisoning assaulting my heightened senses. Callum lay writhing on the examination table, his powerful frame wracked with convulsions. Black lines spider-webbed across his chest where the silver bullets had struck him, each one a testament to how close I was to losing him."Status report," I barked at Fiona, forcing my corporate mask into place. I couldn't afford to let emotions cloud my judgment – not when Callum's life hung in the balance."Five silver bullets, My Lady," Fiona answered, her usual fierce demeanor cracking. "The hunters ambushed him outside Canary Wharf. We barely got him here in time."The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across the stainless steel surfaces as I cut away Callum's shirt. My medical training from my human life crashed against my wolf instincts – one demanding precise, calculated movements, the other howling to save my mate at a
My heels clicked against rain-slicked pavement as I raced through London's financial district, each step carrying me closer to the International Press Centre where news vans clustered like vultures. The mate bond pulsed with Callum's pain, a constant reminder of what I'd left behind. But I couldn't think about that now. Not when Amelia was minutes away from exposing our entire world. Thunder rumbled overhead, matching the storm raging in my chest. My enhanced senses picked up the acrid scent of wet asphalt and the metallic tang of approaching rain. Everything felt sharper since my transformation – including the guilt that threatened to consume me. I forced myself to focus on the immediate threat. Amelia Thornton, with her ice-blue eyes and perfectly manicured claws, was about to throw both human and werewolf societies into chaos. And it was partially my fault. If I hadn't been so consumed by my past trauma, so quick to doubt Callum... A sleek black car pulled up beside me, and I
I slipped into the back of the hall, scanning the crowd. My heart nearly stopped when I spotted them – hunters, just as Emilia had warned. They were dressed like security, but I recognized their stance, the way their hands stayed close to concealed weapons. Silver, most likely. My shoulder twinged in phantom pain, remembering my first and only encounter with a silver bullet. On stage, technicians were setting up a large screen. A silver briefcase sat on the podium, and I could smell the contents even from here – DNA samples, video evidence, everything needed to prove the existence of werewolves to a world that wasn't ready for us. Movement in the wings caught my attention. James stepped out briefly to speak with Amelia, his hand lingering on her shoulder in a gesture that was far too intimate for cousins. The pieces clicked into place with sickening clarity. No wonder he'd been so eager to blame me for manufactured infidelity – he'd been carrying on with Amelia the entire time. My
The acrid scent of silver ammunition burns my nostrils as I watch Amelia stride onto the stage, her white Chanel suit gleaming under the harsh spotlights. From my position behind the heavy curtains, I can pick out at least twelve hunters scattered through the crowd, their weapons concealed beneath pressed suits and casual wear. My enhanced senses catch whiffs of gun oil and the metallic tang that could end us all.My fingers fly across my laptop keyboard, corporate instincts merging with werewolf intuition as I work to infiltrate the venue's systems. Each passing second drives home what's at stake – not just Callum's pack, but every supernatural being living quietly among humans. The massive LED screens flanking the stage display Amelia's perfectly composed face, her ice-blue eyes gleaming with triumph as she approaches the podium."Fiona," I whisper into my earpiece, "status?""Security's in position," her voice crackles back. "But Olivia... Callum's here."My heart stutters. I catch
"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