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Candice’s POVI was woken by a knock on the door. I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep. I walked to the door and looked through the peephole. A servant stood outside, patiently waiting for the door to be opened. I took a step back, smoothing the body of my gown before proceeding to open the door.“Greetings,” The servant politely greeted, “Beta Brent sent me to check if you’re prepared for the meeting. He said to make it clear that lateness won’t be tolerated.”I cleared my throat before asking, “What time is the meeting scheduled to begin?”“In less than thirty minutes. Some council members are already assembled.”I excused myself and quickly went into the bathroom to wash up and get ready for the meeting. I hadn’t come along with any personal effect so the gown I had worn all day was going to have to serve again.When I was sure I was ready, I walked out with the servant and we headed for the meeting hall, closely followed by the guards posted outside my room.“What’s your name?

Zeus’ POVThe weight of Jack’s words had stayed with me since our last conversation. Three council members already compromised — Gregory, Marcus, and Vivienne. Trusted figures in my leadership, individuals I had worked alongside for years. If they were involved in this conspiracy, it made me wonder who else might be. How deep did this whole thing run?I stood at the edge of the balcony overlooking the training grounds, the distant sound of warriors clashing serving as a backdrop to my thoughts. My fingers drummed against the railing as I replayed Jack’s findings in my mind. Gregory, with his smooth charm and years of loyalty. Marcus is steadfast and disciplined. Vivienne is sharp and strategic. They were pillars of the council. How could they plot against me? And why?The question ate at me. What had I done to earn their hate? Or was it not personal at all but rather an attempt to dismantle the foundation of my rule? If so, they were foolish to think they could succeed. My grip tighte

Selene’s POVThe words from the goddess filtered into my mind, interrupting my thoughts. When I had been recuperating in the hospital and had the vision, she had said that a war, a great war, was coming, and the only person who could save my kind was me.The war she showed me was intense, razing everything in its path. How was I supposed to stop something of that magnitude? I couldn’t even save myself. I’m here, hidden in a safe house so I’d be safe. Guards have been posted around the compound to make sure no threats come close. All these to keep me safe because I wasn’t capable of something as simple as that. Yet, I was supposed to save my kind from the war coming. The goddess must have been mistaken.I stood from the bed and walked to the window, staring out into the night. The moon hung in the night sky. It would be a full moon in a few days. I was tired of being hurled up in this room. My wolf wanted to run, to feel the air rush across her body. She wanted to enjoy the feeling of

Brent’s POVThe rustling in the control room filled my ears as I watched the large screens mounted on the walls. Each one displayed live feeds from the soldiers stationed at the western woods and the eastern outpost. A dozen men moved around me, monitoring the signals, communications, and camera angles. This was a delicate operation — one I couldn’t afford to mess up.I paced back and forth, eyes darting between the screens. The western woods appeared cold and dark, with tall trees surrounding it, the pathway barely visible under the weak moonlight. The eastern outpost was a bit different. It was quiet, almost peaceful, with the rustle of trees and faint chirps of crickets in the background. Both locations were deadly silent, and that made me uneasy.“Keep the feeds clear,” I ordered sharply, hovering behind a technician. “I want eyes on everything. And tell the units to proceed with caution. I don’t want mistakes.”“Yes, sir,” the technician replied, typing furiously on the keyboard.

Zeus’ POVThe room was filled with a heavy silence as I sat at the head of the table, my fingers tapping an irregular rhythm on the table surface. The shadows cast by the firelight seemed to dance mockingly as if they knew the war raging inside of me. The betrayal of Marcus and Gregory was a deep wound, a knife in my back from men I had once trusted wholeheartedly. My thoughts were restless, wandering endlessly over their disloyalty.A knock at the door broke through my cloud of anger.“Enter,” I commanded, my voice cold and calculating at the same time.Evan and Jack stepped inside, their expressions humorless but firm. They bowed briefly before straightening. I could see the tiredness in their eyes despite their attempt to hide it. Evan’s uniform had little cuts around it, a faint line of dirt across his sleeve, and a small tear near his shoulder. Jack had almost the same look about him, though his demeanor was as sharp as ever.“Guys, good job today,” I said, leaning forward slight