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ucking at his boots. The storm raged, lightning cracking the sky, its ozone tang sharp in his nose. Amara's scen

e. The creature's red eyes haunted him, its screech echoing, and he clutched his wound, claws pricking his palm. Kael's p

his dark eyes wide, his blade gleaming

ed? You're bleeding l

voice rough as gravel. "She's here. Amara. With the kids." Sa

Lira, Soren, their cries sha

o find her gone, her name erased, his pack swearing she'd never existed. A curse, the

ng from his dark hair. "Amara? The surrogate? Boss, you sa

Her green eyes, her defiance. And the kids..mine. Silver eyes, like me." His voice cracked, and he hated it, the

loser, his voice low, wary. "You need a healer.

ren, his mate...though he'd never said it aloud. Three years ago, in the Oracle'

ed him, and he hadn't admitted it until she was gone. Now, she

is hands, bl

ring me. Bleeding, talking abo

behind them. The air reeked of wet stone and blood, the underworld's alleys twisting like

se. I can

ing. "The kids? Lucien, you're not making sense. You sa

silver eyes blazing. Dax froze, his blade half-raise

. Someone's after them,a creature, not a wolf, not a va

, his dark eyes sea

t? Sounds like Oracle shit. You sure this Amar

his wolf snarling. "She was protecting them. I saw

er green eyes fierce, shielding t

n? The underworld? His empire? His heart twisted, a mix of fury a

dings looming like ghosts in the storm. Amara's scent g

nd swaying. The warehouse smelled of damp wood and oil, moonlig

crates shattered, and a symbol glowed on the wall,a crescent moon crossed with a star. His blood ran cold. C

ce tight, his blade raised, eyeing the sym

ow, his silver eyes fixed on the symbol. "

er green eyes unyielding, her scent too pure. Was she one of them? A myth made flesh?

oser. "Boss, that's fairy-tale shit. You're saying she'

this symbol...it's hers. She's hiding something, and I need to know what." He knelt, ignoring the pain in his side, and found a tra

ng the shadows, his blade steady. "That symbol, this place.

nside, his boots hitting stone, the air cold and heavy. The runes' glow cast eerie light, and he remembered the coma...waking to silence, his pack's confusion, Amara's name

his voice echoing. "You're not doing this alone.

low, moving forward. The tunnel twisted, the runes

rt leaping. The cry came again, and he ran,

his voice tense. "You're bleed

My..." He stopped, the word mate catching in his throat. Amara wasn't his, not really, but his wo

he said instead,

oice shaking the stone, his wolf desperate. A scream pierced the dark,her scream, raw and terrified,a

to the barrier, sparks flying. It held, pulsing wit

rgent. "That's Oracle magic. You brea

there, Dax. With my kids. I'm not losing them again." Amara's scream echoed, faint

ped, fear and f