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Kain watched Rahl’s commander along with a few Lycans lead the Chavére Alpha in. Crixus was a tall man with a heavy beard and broad shoulders, dressed in matching black uniforms as the Lycan guards. As the Chavére Alpha entered, he bowed slightly to the Lycan King, but his eyes betrayed a subtle disdain. “I’d like a moment with Emory, King Rahl,” the Chavére Alpha requested. Standing back, Kain watched Rahl settle into a black throne that hadn’t been there before. It appeared to be made of pure shadows shifting and curling around his form like a living creature. Looking closely at it, he noticed the mandalas absorbing the surrounding light and pulsing like stars. Taking in this extraordinary sight, Kain realized that Rahl’s power was far greater than he had ever imagined. In his peripheral vision, he caught Kinshra rounding the corner to meet her nephew. They had such striking green eyes, reminding him of Emory. While the Chavére Alpha shared Emory’s deep ebony skin, his eyes we
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Emory Chavére looked up from her phone in the back seat of the cab and gazed at the towering Chavére packhouse. Guests were streaming into the compound from every direction.It was hard not to feel nostalgic for the life she was leaving behind in Broiia only to return home for her brother’s funeral.Home.Kedar hadn’t been home in such a long time. Not since her brothers sent her to Broiia after their parents were murdered to be raised by an aunt she barely knew. Her parents and brothers had built this compound with their bare hands while she ran around like a crazy pup, but it was no longer home.Unlike when it was built, the pack house was now bigger, newer, and much more luxurious, and she was the stranger now.Trey, the oldest Chavére and Alpha of Kedar, always argued that the war hadn’t ended and wouldn’t let her return. The news of Nolan’s death two years ago snuffed out Emory’s desire to return to Kedar. Now Larc was dead, too: slashed by a Lycian sentinel two weeks ago.They w
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With her gaze fixed on Rodyn, she struggled to maintain her composure as her heart pounded against the memories of their last encounter. It was the night before she left for Broiia. She was fourteen; Rodyn seventeen– and they both planned to visit Eleadoí–the capital–in the fall. Their relationship was never meant to be: Emory knew Rodyn would never be her mate even without needing to tap into her wolf — she had never felt that spark ignite with him. They had both been through certain life-altering changes in the last few months leading up to that day and they both knew they didn’t belong together. But their chemistry kept drawing them back to each other. He was hot, exciting — and completely wrong for her. The morning after she left Krelon, it still didn’t feel real. Rodyn was impossible to keep track of, and not just because Aunt Kinshra wouldn’t let her. Five years ago, Rodyn vanished from the map of the Empire of Morrian, and rumours spread that he had gone rogue. “Rodyn we ta
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The whole night, Emory ran, keeping enough distance between her and whoever Trey would send after her. Next up, she had to figure out where she was and what to do.She wasn’t going back to Broiia or Kedar. Being a Chavére, and a member of one of the last two packs that hadn’t submitted to the Empire of Morrian, she couldn’t go anywhere. The wastelands weren’t safe either since the Lycans lurked there. Living in Broiia, a pack south of the Empire, they never had to worry about encountering Lycan sentinels because they would have to pass through Kedar to get to them.Her only other choice was the Rolan pack.Then she laughed at herself. It made no sense for her to leave Kedar just to go to Rodyn’s pack for shelter.Emory hissed as she wiped the sweat off her brow.Standing on the riverbank, her hands on her waist, she looked around, unsure of where she was. She spent most of her life in Broiia, and this mindless decision to run might just have been her best move: she never got a chance
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Emory noticed the sun rising when she looked up, realizing they had run nearly five miles. It was remarkable that only her aunt was able to hold off so many Lycans. The hard part now was getting aunt Kinshra back: she’d been right when she told her she not to leave Broiia.Once they reached Kedar’s crossing, the wolves slowed to a halt, circled around her, and then sprinted back in the direction they had come. While she watched them descend the slope, Emory took a moment to catch her breath: hands on her hips.From here, she could find her own way back to Broiia, but now she had to decide whether to go back for her aunt or return to Broiia. It would be easier for her if she could shift and not have to worry about that fucking Hendrick mind controlling her.Her aunt would be furious at her for even thinking about going back, but she had to. The only choices she had were to either seek help from Trey at the Chavere compound or enlist the help of her Br
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On the outskirts of Kedar, Emory reached the point where she decided not to return to Broiia.She took a detour off the road, running into the Averna woods that led to the neighbouring pack East of Kedar as a safer alternative. After running for a while, she felt disoriented, confused, and responsible for two simultaneous incidents, which caused her to stop for a moment to regain her headspace.Her gaze swept over the vegetation below as she stood on the edge of the woods alone. Loneliness wasn’t new to her, but it was getting harder and harder to bear as time went by. The thick woods were silent, with only a distant caw coming from the right side of her. Making her way down the path, she pushed her sweaty red hair from her face.The second she reached the middle of the valley; she grabbed a branch of what appeared to be a Wildlarch tree and climbed on. It was not her intention to draw these annoying Lycans to her small pack back in Broiia either. She woul
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A Week Ago...“Emory, you slacker, hurry up!” Kira shouted from the terrace of Aunt Kinshra’s bungalow. “We’re going to be late for the ceremony!”That was definitely loud enough to not only draw her aunt’s ire but to wake Emory too. Not only was she inviting Kinshra’s wrath by yelling so loudly, but banging on the front door as well. Kira seemed to have a death wish tonight and she was about to get it. Her aunt didn’t tolerate any noise, and Kira had a lot of experience with that rule. It was the first thing she learned when she moved here years ago.With such heightened hearing abilities, Kinshra could hear a needle drop a mile away, which made her very sensitive to loud noises.With a hiss, Emory rolled out of bed and trudged downstairs.“Get your friend off my porch before I send her ass flying back to the goddess’ bosom.” Aunt Kinshra warned softly as Emory walked
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