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The cool autumn air clung to Zane as he pulled up outside Axel’s compound, his hands clenching the steering wheel as a low growl reverberated in his throat. His patience had all but snapped. It had been days since Leno reassured him that they were closing in on Cana’s location, but the silence since had left him simmering with doubt and suspicion. Today, he was determined to get answers, even if it meant dragging them out of Axel himself.As he parked, he took a steadying breath, pushing down his frustration. But the gnawing ache in his chest was relentless, an angry reminder of how many sleepless nights he’d spent, turning over every possible lead that might bring him to her. As much as he wanted to believe in Axel’s support, something about the delays grated against his instincts.When Axel finally appeared, Zane’s eyes narrowed, catching the faint smirk on his face. “What took you so long?” Zane bit out, his tone clipped. “It’s been days, Axel. I don’t know how much longer I can ju

A dull ache throbbed through Cana’s muscles, drawing her to the edge of consciousness. She felt heavy, her limbs like lead, and fog lingered in her mind, dulling any sense of clarity. The last thing she remembered was collapsing in the dirt after running for hours, feeling the world fade as exhaustion and pain consumed her.But now, as her senses sharpened, she noticed something different—the faint scent of pine and wood, not earth and decay. Beneath her, she felt the coarse texture of a thin blanket over a hard surface. Forcing her eyes open, she blinked against the dim light filtering through the small window. She was inside a cabin, its rustic, simple interior hinting at a life detached from society.Struggling to sit up, she winced as pain radiated through her ribs and down her arms. Her legs felt like they’d been through a gauntlet, raw and bruised from her escape. Just as she began to survey her surroundings, a figure emerged from the doorway.“Easy there,” he said gently, movin

Lionel stumbled into the shadowed warehouse, each step scraping along the concrete as blood dripped steadily from his wounds. He reached for his neck, hissing in pain, and then sank into the nearest chair. The memory of Cana’s fierce power—the blackened eyes, the crawling darkness in her veins, and her merciless strength—was burned into his mind. What had happened to her? She was supposed to be weakened, practically broken. Instead, he had narrowly escaped with his life.As he breathed heavily, two hellhounds approached from the far end of the room. Akam’s gaze assessed him with an amused, unimpressed expression, while Larz stood quietly beside him, hands folded as he observed Lionel’s injuries.“Well, well,” Akam said, folding his arms and letting his voice cut through the silence. “You look like you’ve been through hell.”Lionel glared up at him, biting back his retort, though the pain in his body made it hard to keep his calm. “It’s not funny.”Akam shrugged, giving Larz a sidelong

Zane had never felt this powerless. Each day that passed, the emptiness of his bank accounts and the silence from his contacts made the reality hit harder: everything he had built was gone. The wealth, influence, and respect he had taken for granted had been stolen in an instant, leaving him with nothing but the remnants of his former life. No matter how many times he replayed it in his mind, the betrayal by Leno gnawed at him, a deep, festering wound. He knew Leno was the only one who could’ve orchestrated such a calculated attack, but without solid evidence linking him to the transfer, Zane’s hands were tied. Cana tried to offer comfort, but her efforts were bittersweet. She’d offered financial help, and while Zane appreciated her kindness, the thought of depending on her chipped away at his pride. Cana wasn’t just his partner; she was his equal, and he didn’t want her to feel burdened by his downfall. He felt a huge guilt each time she reassured him, knowing that she, too, was af

The sunlight passed through the hospital room windows, casting a soft glow on the e walls. Cana sat on the edge of her bed, the hospital sheets tangled at her feet. She was fully healed, her supernatural abilities healing the wounds overnight. Yet, the bruises on her soul felt raw and unrelenting.Zane’s voice drifted from the hallway as he spoke to the doctor. She strained to catch their conversation, hoping to discern whether her story from the night before had been convincing.“She’s recovering well,” the doctor said. There was a pause, and Cana’s heart raced as if it sensed trouble.“What concerns me,” the doctor continued, “is that her injuries... they appear to be self-inflicted. The cuts, the angles—it’s highly unusual. You may want to speak with her about—”“That’s enough,” Zane interrupted sharply.Cana’s stomach twisted. She couldn’t see his face, but his tone betrayed his unease.Moments later, Zane entered the room, his expression guarded. “Ready to go home?” he asked, his