Brock's perspective:A gnawing sense in the pit of my stomach told me there were traitors lurking in our midst, their identities shrouded in shadows. Whoever it was, I suspected they had succumbed under the crushing weight of a dire ultimatum—a loved one's life dangling like a puppet on a string. The thought sent a shiver down my spine; if Stephanie were the one held captive, could I honestly say I wouldn't crumble and betray everything I stood for? As the Alphas huddled around the findings, I'd laid bare, igniting a flurry of discussion, chaos erupted. A fire blazed to life somewhere in the confines of the cabin, scattering our plans as the staff scrambled to douse the flames. Guided by the sincere Omega's attentiveness, we ventured into the clearing adjacent to the trees, a refuge promised in the grip of the forest's edge. From a detached vantage point, I stood silent, my gaze sweeping over the mayhem. A sense of foreboding co

Stephanie’s Perspective:I had just finished my letter to Brock when a roar like thunder startled us. Dahlia and I rushed to the balcony and saw my brother Jeremy and his mate arriving on dragons.The balcony shuddered beneath our feet as the great beasts descended from the roiling clouds above, their scales shimmering like a thousand eyes in the fading light. My breath caught in my chest, equal parts awe and fear gripping me.Even though the moon was the night's sole source of light, the dragons' golden scales illuminated the sky.Every dragon that descended upon the practice field transformed into their human shape, mirroring the strong, toned physique of a wolf but with much taller physique in both their human and draconic forms. Unlike the wolves, however, these dragons shifted without the humiliation of nakedness; they emerged fully clothed. I couldn't help feeling a twinge of envy at their convenience. After my own shifts, I always had to fish my clothes from a hollowed tree, ro

Linda’s Perspective:Amid the chaos, a new vision seized me. I stood among Brock's pack as it became surrounded by an alliance of rogues, vampires, and ghastly beings resembling death itself. Adrian's voice pierced the uproar, commanding his forces to encircle the pack entirely. Their objective was clear: capture Brock's Luna to cripple Brock by striking at his heart. Brock commanded profound respect from most packs, who would follow him into the dark without hesitation—his leadership marked by honor and integrity. This revelation was urgent. I needed to race to the pack with this warning; Adrian's forces had them surrounded without their knowledge. Emerging from my trance, I noticed my mate, exhausted from channeling his healing powers to bring the King and Brock back from death's doorway. He needed to come with me; my mate's strength was depleted. Now that two witches and a warlock had joined the fig

Sapphire's Perspective After walking into Stephanie's mind and chatting with her, I detected a child with powerful abilities stirring inside her as she was gently awakening—a single child among those she carried. My suspicions stirred; I chose to wait for confirmation.   I glanced at Brock to reassure him about his mate. "Alpha, your mate is in good health. She's merely been playing with your sons. She will rouse from her sleep shortly. I'll return to the office now. While you attend to your mate, I'll oversee the pack's welfare." Brock regarded me with astonishment. "You're taking care of the pack?"   Nodding, I elaborated, "And managing quite expertly. I've stationed our men securely along the borders and have cast a potent magical barrier surrounding our territory, effectively barring Adrian and his cohorts. I'm certain that my sister and Crystal, hidden within the magical realm, are launching magical attacks against them.

Brock’s Perspective:Stephanie's mind-link was tense with trouble in our last mental communication. The moment she fell silent, I instructed Sapphire to ensure that Vincent remained within the barrier at all costs. Simultaneously, I alerted the guards to detain Vincent if spotted and to escort him directly to me. A nagging suspicion clawed at my mind. Why would Vincent bypass me and instead make his way to Stephanie's room? And why did Stephanie's tone edge with caution? My footsteps echoed through the conference room, the soles of my shoes scuffing the floor while I paced back and forth, racking my brain for reasons behind Vincent's betrayal.            "Sapphire, were you able to prevent Vincent from breaching the barrier?" "Alpha, his DNA has not yet crossed it," Sapphire reported with solemn assurance. "I've configured the barrie