Chapters

Chapter One: Wolves Don’t Belong in Silverwood

Chapter Two: The Wolf and the Girl Who Knew Too Much

Chapter Three: The Boy Who Runs with Wolves

Chapter Four: The Pack Never Forgets

Chapter Five: The Pack Strikes First

Chapter 6: Blood and Betrayal

Chapter 7: The Hunt Begins

Chapter 8: The Edge of Control

Chapter 9: The Hunger Within

Chapter 10: The Monster Within

Chapter 11: The Truth Beneath the Skin

Chapter 12: A Line in the Sand

Chapter 13: Fire and Fractures

Chapter 14: A Deal with the Devil

Chapter15: A Path of No Return

Chapter 16: The Lies Between Us

Chapter 17: A Monster’s Reflection

Chapter 18: Dancing with the Devil

Chapter 19: The Awakening

Chapter 20: The Ruin’s Secret

Chapter 21: The Hunt Begins

Chapter 22: Run Until You Break

Chapter 23: The Ghosts We Carry

Chapter 24: A Monster’s Shadow

Chapter 25: The Exile’s Truth

Chapter 26: The Alpha Strikes Back

Chapter 27: A Taste for Blood

Chapter 28: The Betrayal

Chapter 29: The Trap

Chapter 30: The Choice

Chapter 31: The Hunger Beneath

Chapter 32: The Threshold

Chapter 33: Ghosts of the Past

Chapter 34: The Breaking Point

Chapter 35: The Awakening

Chapter 36: The Wolf at the Gate

Chapter 37: A Throne of Ash and Bone

Chapter 38: The Crown of a Ghost

Chapter 39: Blood and Allegiance

Chapter 40: The Shadow of a Queen

Chapter 41: Echoes of the Fallen

Chapter 42: A Ghost in the Dark

Chapter 43: Descent into Shadows

Chapter 44: The War That Never Ended

Chapter 45: The Fire That Follows

Chapter 46: Shadows of the Past, Flames of the Future

Chapter 47: A War Written in Shadows

Chapter 48: The Ashes of the Past, the Dawn of War

The night was quiet now, the echoes of battle nothing more than embers smoldering in the cold air. But the silence wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t the kind of quiet that came with victory. It was the kind of silence that came before the next storm. Riley stood at the edge of the battlefield, where the fire had begun to die down, leaving behind the blackened remains of the enemies she had burned away. The wind carried the scent of ash and earth, a whisper of the destruction she had left in her wake. But it didn’t feel like enough. It never did. Not when the war wasn’t over. Not when the true enemy was still out there, watching, waiting. She tightened her fists, feeling the warmth still lingering beneath her skin, the fire that refused to go out. For so long, she had been searching for the truth. And now, she has it. But knowing the truth and acting on it were two very different things. Kieran stepped beside her, his golden eyes still fierce, still unwavering. “You haven’t said a word since it ended.” Riley didn’t turn. Because she wasn’t sure what she would say. How could she? How could she explain what she had seen? The visions, the memories clawing at the edges of her mind, the past that refused to stay buried? For a moment, she thought about lying. Telling him she was fine. But she was tired of pretending. “It didn’t feel like the end,” she admitted, voice low. “It felt like the beginning.” Kieran studied her, silent for a moment, then nodded. “Because it is.” The truth settled between them, heavy, unspoken. And Riley hated it. Hated the way this fight kept pulling her deeper. Hated that no matter how many battles she won, there was always another war waiting. Lena’s voice cut through the night. “Well, if you two are done brooding over there, we should probably figure out where the hell we’re going next.” Riley turned, finding Lena standing over the remains of one of the creatures, nudging the ash with the toe of her boot. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being dragged into this mess,” Lena continued, “it’s that whenever we think we’ve won, something worse is already on the way.” She wasn’t wrong. The enemy was still out there. The ones who had erased her, rewritten history, tried to wipe her from existence. And they wouldn’t stop. Not unless Riley gave them a reason to be afraid. The pack moved through the charred remains of the battlefield, their golden eyes sharp, bodies tense. Even in victory, they didn’t let their guard down. Because this wasn’t the end. And they all knew it. The ruins were waiting for them. The past was waiting for them. And Riley was finally ready to face it. The road was long, stretching through the endless darkness of the forest, the trees looming like silent sentinels. But she wasn’t afraid. Not anymore. Not of the truth. Not of the war ahead. Because this time She was the one bringing the fire. The forest stretched before them, dark and endless, the trees standing like ancient sentinels watching their every move. But Riley didn’t feel hunted anymore. Not like before, when the past had been something she couldn’t grasp when every step forward felt like she was walking blind into a war she didn’t understand. Now? Now, she understood everything. The war wasn’t something new. It wasn’t something Tobias had started or even something Caius had been trying to finish. It had begun long before any of them. And now that she knew the truth they couldn’t stop her from burning it all down. She walked at the front of the pack, her boots pressing into damp earth, her senses razor-sharp, her breath slow and measured. Every step forward felt like stepping deeper into something bigger than herself. Not just into battle. Not just into war. But into her history. And for the first time in her life She wasn’t afraid of it. She glanced back, just for a moment. The pack was silent, steady, waiting. They had followed her into fire and blood. They had chosen her over Tobias. They had seen what she had done back there. And yet, they were still here. That should have scared her. The way they looked at her now. Not just as a leader. Not just as the girl who had survived. But as something more. As something they could believe in. It was a kind of loyalty she had never asked for. A kind of power she had never wanted. And yet She couldn’t deny that she needed it now. Because the ones who had erased her? The ones who had rewritten history? They weren’t just going to let her walk away. They weren’t going to let her exist. So she had to be ready. She had to make sure the next time they came for her they were the ones who wouldn’t survive it. Kieran walked just behind her, close enough that she could feel the weight of his presence, steady and unshaken. He hadn’t said much since the fight ended. But he didn’t have to. Because she knew. Knew he had seen what she had seen. Knew he had felt it, too the shift in the air, the change in the war. She wasn’t the same girl who had stepped into this fight. And he wasn’t the same wolf who had tried to protect her from it. They had both changed. And neither of them was turning back. The ruins were closed now. She could feel them. Not just in the earth beneath her feet, not just in the scent of stone and time lingering in the wind But inside her. Like a memory trying to surface. Like something pulling her back. The others didn’t feel it the way she did. They didn’t hear the whispers of the past curling through the trees, or the distant echo of something lost, something waiting. But Riley did. Because the ruins weren’t just another battlefield. They weren’t just another graveyard of the past. They had been hers once. And soon They would be again. As the first broken stones appeared between the trees, as the weight of something ancient, something powerful settled over the land, Riley let out a slow breath. No more running. No more hiding. No more waiting for the past to catch up with her. She was here. And this time She was going to finish what she started. The ruins rose before her, half-buried in the earth, but not forgotten. Not by her. Not by the ones who had erased her. Not by the past that refused to stay buried. The stones were ancient, cracked, and weathered by time, but the moment Riley stepped forward, she knew they still remembered her. The air shifted, thick with something unseen, something that had been waiting. She could feel it curling around her ribs, pressing against her skin not fear, not hesitation, but recognition. Like the ruins knew what she had come for. Like they had been waiting for her to return. The pack slowed behind her, golden eyes flickering in the dim moonlight. No one spoke. Because they felt it too. Not like she did not with the same deep, visceral pull that had wrapped around her the moment she set foot on this land but they felt something. Something is shifting. Something awakening. Lena let out a slow, sharp breath. “I don’t like this,” she muttered. “Too quiet. Too… expectant.” Kieran was watching Riley carefully, his stance tense, ready. “You’re sure about this?” he asked. She wasn’t. But that didn’t matter. Because she had no other choice. She stepped forward. And the ground beneath her hummed. A deep, pulsing thrum, like a heartbeat beneath the earth. The ruins were alive. Or at least something inside them was. And as Riley pressed her palm against the nearest stone, something in the air snapped. The doors to the past swung opened A rush of heat, of memory, of something vast and ancient slammed into her chest. She staggered back, gasping, her vision flashing gold and white, the ruins around her blurring. No, not blurring. Changing. The cracks in the stones disappeared. The vines recoiled, vanishing as if time itself was unraveling. And suddenly, she wasn’t standing in ruins anymore. She was standing in the past. The city wasn’t dead. It was alive. The banners still flew, their sigils catching the wind. The torches still burned, lining the great stone walls. And the streets They were full of people. Her people. She could hear their voices, their laughter, the sound of wolves moving through the city, their eyes bright with something that had once felt like home. This wasn’t just a memory. It was a warning. Because she had lived here once. Because she had ruled here once. And because she had lost it all. The air shifted again. And then, she saw him. Standing at the edge of the city, his golden eyes darker than she had ever seen them, his body coiled, tense, like he already knew how this was going to end. Caius. Not as the enemy. Not yet. Not like the man she had been hunting through fire and blood. But as something else. As someone who had once stood beside her. As someone who had once fought for her. As someone who had once tried to save her. And just like that The vision shattered. Riley gasped, stumbling back into the present, the weight of the memory slamming into her like a blade to the ribs. The ruins were silent again. Dead again. But she wasn’t. She was alive. She was awake. And she remembered. She lifted her gaze, meeting Kieran’s eyes, steady and unshaken. “They weren’t just trying to erase me,” she said, voice quiet, fierce. “They were trying to erase all of this.” Lena let out a slow breath. “What did you see?” Riley swallowed hard. “My home,” she said. “My city.” She turned back to the ruins, her ruins. And she knew she wasn’t here to uncover the past. She was here to take it back. The past was hers. The war was hers. And now, so was the future. She exhaled, slow and steady. “We’re done searching,” she said. She turned back to the pack. “Now, we start fighting.” And this time they would be the ones rewriting history. No more waiting. No more running. No more letting someone else decide what was remembered and what was erased. This war had started centuries ago, but it would end with her. And this time, they wouldn’t take her name. They wouldn’t take her city. They wouldn’t take anything. Because Riley Hayes wasn’t just a survivor. She was the reckoning. She was the fire they thought they had extinguished. And she was going to burn everything they had built to the ground. The pack stood before her, watching, waiting. They had followed her through the shadows, through the lies, through the ghosts of a history they had never been allowed to know. But they knew it now. And they weren’t afraid. The moment she had spoken those words “Now, we start fighting” something in the air had shifted. The pack wasn’t just following her anymore. They were ready to fight beside her. To die beside her. Because this war wasn’t just hers anymore. It belonged to all of them. It had been stolen from all of them. And now? They were going to take it back. A city waiting to rise again Riley turned to the ruins, her green eyes sharp, scanning the remnants of what had once been a kingdom. She could still feel it the echo of power, the weight of what had been lost. The city had been left to crumble, but it wasn’t dead. Not yet. Not if she had anything to say about it. She stepped forward, brushing her fingers over the stone, feeling the warmth beneath her skin, the whispers of something waiting to wake. And she knew This place was still hers. Even after all this time. Even after they had tried to bury it. It had been waiting for her to come back. And now, she has. Kieran moved beside her, silent, steady. “What do we do first?” Riley didn’t hesitate. “We make them remember,” she said. She turned back to the pack, her wolves, her soldiers. Her army. The ones who had chosen her. The ones who had fought for her. The ones who would help her burn their enemies to the ground. She lifted her chin, voice clear, unshaken. “We don’t just fight them,” she said. “We take back what’s ours.” She glanced back at the ruins, at the broken stone, at the ghosts of a kingdom that refused to stay buried. She smiled. And this time It wasn’t a promise. It was a warning. “Let’s go remind the world who we are.” A slow, powerful hush fell over the pack, the weight of Riley’s words settling deep into their bones. Because they knew what this meant. This wasn’t just another battle. This wasn’t just revenge. This was a resurrection. The ruins stood before them, silent and waiting, but they would not stay that way for long. Because Riley wasn’t just reclaiming what was lost. She was rebuilding it. And when the world saw what she was about to do They would never forget her again. The first steps of war The wind howled through the broken stones, carrying the scent of old magic and forgotten history. Riley stepped forward, her boots pressing into the damp earth, her heart beating with something deep, something ancient. The pack followed. Kieran was just behind her, his golden eyes sharp, steady. Lena walked beside him, twirling a dagger between her fingers, her smirk gone, replaced by something colder, hungrier. Even the younger wolves, the ones who had once hesitated, stood taller now. Because Riley had given them something they had never had before. A truth that could not be erased. A leader that could not be stopped. A war that could not be avoided. They passed beneath a crumbling archway, the remains of an entrance that had once led to a kingdom. The carvings were worn, faded but as Riley’s fingers brushed The moment Riley’s fingers brushed against the worn stone, a pulse of heat rippled beneath her skin. Not fire. Not magic. Something deeper. Something alive. The carvings were almost unreadable now, eroded by time, but the second she touched them they weren’t just symbols anymore. They were words. They were names. Her name. Not the one she carried now. The one they had erased. A sharp breath left her lips as the stone reacted to her presence, the dust falling away, the letters glowing faintly in the dim light. The wolves behind her shifted, murmuring among themselves, but Riley couldn’t look away. Because she had stood here before. Not in this life. But in the one they had stolen from her. This had been her home. Her kingdom. And they had tried to bury it beneath time and silence. A slow rage curled through her chest, the fire inside her flaring hotter, sharper. Lena let out a low whistle, stepping closer. “Okay, that’s new.” Kieran didn’t say anything, but Riley could feel his gaze on her, steady, questioning. Because they all knew. They could all see it now. This wasn’t just some ancient ruin. It was a graveyard. A graveyard for a kingdom that had once ruled these lands. A graveyard for her. A throne stolen, a war forgotten Riley exhaled slowly, dragging her fingers away from the stone, her pulse roaring. “I’ve been here before,” she admitted, voice quiet but unshaken. No one doubted her. How could they? The ruins had already spoken for her. Kieran stepped forward, his golden eyes flickering over the glowing carvings, his body coiled like he was waiting for the past to reach out and take her again. “What does it say?” he asked. Riley swallowed, staring at the letters, their meaning so clear now. “It says I was supposed to die here,” she murmured. Lena stiffened. “That’s not unsettling at all.” “But I didn’t,” Riley continued, voice growing stronger. “And that’s why they erased it.” The air thickened, the weight of her words pressing against the ruins, against the night itself. Because this was the truth they had never wanted her to find. She had been their greatest threat once. A ruler. A warrior. Someone powerful enough to change the course of history. And when they had failed to kill her They had buried her instead. But now? Now, she was unburing herself. Now, they would have to face her again. And this time She was the one who would decide how the story ended. Riley turned back to the others, fire curling between her fingers, her green eyes burning like embers in the dark. They were waiting. For orders. For a path forward. For her. She was their leader now. Not just because she had survived Tobias. Not just because she had beaten the ones who came before. But because she had shown them the truth. And the truth was more powerful than any lie history had written. “We take this place back,” she said, her voice carrying over the ruins, over the silent stone that had once belonged to her. The pack stood taller. No hesitation. No fear. Because this wasn’t just her fight anymore. This was theirs. And when the dust settled The world would remember their names. A war that could no longer be hidden The wind howled through the ruins, carrying whispers of the past, the scent of fire and vengeance. They would come for her again. She knew that now. The ones who had rewritten history, who had controlled fate, who had erased her once before They would try again. But this time She was ready for them. Because she wasn’t a lost queen anymore. She wasn’t a ghost of the past. She was something new. Something they couldn’t erase. Something they should fear. She turned toward the rising moon, toward the path ahead, toward the war that was finally here's to win. And she smiled. “Let them try.”

Chapter 50: A Throne of Fire, A War of Shadows

Chapter 51: The Kingdom of Ash and Vengeance

Chapter 52: The Throne Remembers

Chapter 53: When the Dead Howl

Chapter 54: The Fire That Would Not Die

Chapter 55: The Last Dawn Before War

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Chapter Four: The Pack Never Forgets

Riley didn’t stop running until her lungs burned and her legs felt like they were about to give out.

The forest had never felt so endless. Every snapping twig, every rustling branch sent a fresh wave of panic through her veins.

Nova pulled her along, her grip like iron around Riley’s wrist. “Come on, we’re almost there!”

Riley wasn’t sure where there was, but she followed anyway, too shaken to think. Behind them, the sounds of fighting had faded, but she knew Kieran was still back there alone.

A cold weight settled in her stomach.

Leaving him felt wrong.

But what could she do? He was one of them. He could handle himself. Right?

Nova suddenly veered to the right, pulling Riley off the main path.

They broke through the tree line and stumbled onto a quiet side street. It was eerily empty no late-night cars, no porch lights flickering on. Just the hum of the wind and the distant sound of crickets.

Nova didn’t stop until they reached her car, a beat-up Jeep parked half a block away. She yanked open the door, practically shoving Riley inside before scrambling behind the wheel.

The second the doors slammed shut, silence fell.

Riley pressed her hands against the dashboard, her breath still coming fast.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Then Nova turned to her, eyes wide. “What the hell was that?”

Riley let out a shaky laugh half-hysterical, half-disbelieving. “I think we just got chased by a pack of actual, real-life werewolves.”

Nova groaned, dropping her forehead against the steering wheel. “This is not how I thought my night was gonna go.”

Riley swallowed hard. “Me neither.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy with everything they weren’t saying.

Then Nova lifted her head. “Okay. We need a plan.”

Riley exhaled. “We need answers.”

Nova nodded. “Right. And there’s only one person who can give us those.”

They both knew exactly who she meant.

Kieran.

The only problem?

She had no idea if he was even still alive.

They spent the next two hours driving aimlessly around Silverwood, trying to figure out where Kieran might have gone.

The Den was locked up for the night. The streets were empty.

And Riley was losing hope.

“We should’ve stayed,” she muttered, staring out the window as Nova pulled onto Main Street.

Nova gave her a look. “And done what, exactly? Gotten torn to shreds?”

Riley clenched her fists. “I don’t know. But we just left him there.”

Nova sighed, drumming her fingers against the steering wheel. “He told you to run, right? That means he knew what he was doing.”

Riley bit her lip. “What if he didn’t?”

Before Nova could answer, something thumped against the roof of the car.

Both girls screamed.

Nova slammed the brakes, the Jeep skidding to a stop in the middle of the empty street.

Silence.

Then a groan.

Nova turned to Riley slowly. “Tell me that was a tree branch.”

Riley swallowed. “That was not a tree branch.”

Nova reached for a flashlight from the glove compartment, hands shaking. “Okay. On three, we look.”

Riley nodded, heart pounding. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

They both whipped their heads toward the windshield—

just in time to see Kieran Wolfe slide off the hood and hit the pavement with a dull thud.

Riley was out of the car before she could think.

“Kieran!”

He didn’t move.

Her stomach twisted as she knelt beside him, her fingers hovering just over his shoulder. His jacket was torn, his shirt barely clinging to his frame, and blood so much blood streaked down his arms and neck.

But he was breathing.

Barely.

Nova crouched beside her, eyes wide. “Oh my god, he looks dead.”

“He’s not,” Riley said quickly, pressing her fingers to his pulse. It was faint but steady.

Kieran let out a low groan, his face scrunching up like he was fighting his way back to consciousness.

Then, suddenly his hand shot out, grabbing Riley’s wrist.

She gasped, her heart jumping into her throat.

His golden eyes fluttered open, hazy but still burning.

“Riley…” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

“I’m here,” she said, surprised by how steady she sounded. “You’re safe.”

Kieran’s gaze flickered like he wasn’t fully processing her words. Then his fingers tightened around her wrist.

And the next thing he said sent ice through her veins.

“They’re coming.”

Riley’s stomach plummeted.

She glanced at Nova, who had heard it too because she was already scrambling for the car door. “Nope. Nope, nope. We are not waiting around to find out who they are.”

Riley hooked an arm under Kieran’s shoulder. “Come on. We have to get you out of here.”

He grunted in pain but didn’t fight her. Together, she and Nova dragged him toward the Jeep, practically shoving him into the backseat.

Nova floored the gas before Riley even had the door shut.

The Jeep sped down the road, tires screeching against the pavement.

Riley twisted in her seat, watching Kieran through the rearview mirror. His head lolled back against the seat, his breaths coming in uneven gasps.

“Hey,” she said softly, reaching back to shake his knee. “Stay awake, okay?”

Kieran’s lips twitched in something that might have been amusement if he didn’t look like he was about to pass out. “I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding everywhere.”

“Still fine.”

Nova scoffed. “Yeah, dude. Hate to break it to you, but you look like you just lost a fight with a lawnmower.”

Kieran didn’t respond. His eyelids fluttered.

Riley shook him again. “Kieran.”

This time, his eyes barely opened. His body slumped further against the seat.

Panic clawed at Riley’s chest.

“Nova, we need to get him somewhere safe now.”

Nova gritted her teeth. “I’m working on it.”

They couldn’t take him to a hospital. They couldn’t take him to her house.

Which left only one option.

Riley took a deep breath. “Drive to my dad’s cabin.”

Nova shot her a look. “Riley, that place is practically abandoned.”

“Exactly. No one will look for him there.”

Nova hesitated then nodded.

She veered off the main road, heading toward the outskirts of town.

And as the trees swallowed them whole, Riley couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

Because Kieran had said something before he blacked out.

Something that made her blood run cold.

They’re coming.

And if that was true…

Then no matter where they ran

The pack would find them.

The road to her dad’s old cabin was nothing but darkness and winding turns.

Riley kept glancing at Kieran in the backseat, her stomach twisting every time his head lolled to the side. His breathing was uneven, his shirt soaked with blood, and he hadn’t spoken since muttering those two chilling words: They’re coming.

She didn’t know how much longer he could hold on.

“Nova, step on it,” she said, voice tight.

Nova gripped the wheel like her life depended on it. “I’m already going fifteen over, Riley. This Jeep is not built for high-speed chases.”

Riley turned back to Kieran, shaking his shoulder. “Stay with me, Wolfe.”

He groaned in response but didn’t open his eyes.

Nova shot her a nervous glance. “Are we even sure the cabin is still there? You haven’t been back since”

“Since my dad disappeared?” Riley finished, not bothering to keep the bitterness out of her voice. “Yeah, I know.”

Nova winced. “Sorry, I didn’t mean”

“It’s fine,” Riley muttered. “And yeah, it’s still there. My mom refuses to sell it. Says it’s part of his legacy or whatever.”

Nova exhaled. “Right. Legacy. Super comforting, considering your dad vanished in the Silverwood woods.”

Riley didn’t respond.

Because yeah, she had thought about that. More than once.

Her dad’s disappearance had never made sense. One day, he went for a walk in the woods. Never came back. Nobody, no clues—just gone.

And now she knew for a fact that monsters lived in those trees.

Was it connected?

Was her dad just another name on the pack’s kill list?

She pushed the thought down, forcing herself to focus. Right now, Kieran was the priority.

Ten minutes later, Nova turned onto a narrow dirt road, the Jeep bouncing over potholes and roots. The forest thickened around them, swallowing them whole.

And then, finally

A clearing.

The cabin stood at the center, dark and untouched, surrounded by nothing but trees and silence.

Nova killed the engine. “This is the part where the horror movie music starts playing.”

Riley ignored her, already opening the door. “Help me get him inside.”

They pulled Kieran out of the Jeep, half-carrying, half-dragging him toward the porch. He was deadweight, barely conscious, but he made a weak attempt at walking.

“Damn, dude,” Nova muttered, struggling under his weight. “You need to lay off the protein shakes.”

Kieran let out a noise that might have been a laugh. Or a groan. Hard to tell.

Riley pushed open the cabin door, the smell of dust and pine hitting her instantly. Everything was exactly how they had left it—furniture covered in sheets, firewood stacked by the hearth, her dad’s old coat still hanging by the door.

She swallowed hard, shoving away the memories.

“Couch,” she said, and they maneuvered Kieran onto it. He slumped against the cushions, eyes barely open.

Nova collapsed onto the floor, catching her breath. “This is not how I thought tonight was gonna go.”

Riley ignored her, grabbing the first-aid kit from the kitchen. She knelt beside Kieran, pulling his jacket and shirt aside.

The second she saw the wounds, her stomach turned.

Deep claw marks ran across his ribs and shoulder, the edges raw and still bleeding. His skin was already bruising, turning ugly shades of purple and black.

Riley’s hands shook.

“You should be dead,” she murmured.

Kieran let out a weak chuckle. “Not that lucky.”

She shot him a glare. “That’s not funny.”

His golden eyes flickered, something softer in them. “Didn’t say it was.”

Nova peeked over Riley’s shoulder. “So, uh. Shouldn’t he be healing or something? I thought werewolves had, like, super regeneration powers.”

Kieran exhaled. “Takes longer when the wounds are from another wolf.”

Riley’s chest tightened. “Callum did this to you.”

Kieran didn’t answer.

Which was an answer in itself.

Nova blew out a breath. “Okay, so what now? We just… hide out here forever?”

Kieran shifted, wincing. “They’ll find me eventually.”

Riley frowned. “So you’re saying this is pointless?”

“No.” He met her gaze. “I’m saying it’s temporary.”

Riley studied him. “Then what’s the plan?”

Kieran hesitated. Then he said, “We hit back first.”

Nova gaped. “Oh, sure. Let’s go fight the literal werewolf mafia. Sounds fun.”

Kieran’s jaw tightened. “If we don’t, they won’t stop.”

Riley’s pulse pounded. “We?”

Kieran looked at her. “You’re in this now, Riley. Whether you like it or not.”

Her stomach flipped.

Because as much as she wanted to argue

He was right.

She had seen too much.

And the pack never forgot.

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