Chapter 188 Dead Waters

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    Rogue Pack Central Command.

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    The atmosphere was heavier than anything I’d experienced since ascending to the throne.

    Hundreds of our top intelligence analysts and battle–mages worked silently at their stations, tension written into every movement.

    On the massive holo–star map, streams of data cascaded like waterfalls–but every signal directed at the Storm Sea vanished into a zone of chaos, scrambled by immense magical interference.

    My father had copsed from grief.

    The weight of the family, the fate of the Pack, and my sister’s life–all of it rested on my shoulders.

    I had deployed our elite Royal fleet, the Dark Raven Squadron, tob the disaster zone.

    Three days passed. All we’d recovered were a few scattered fragments of the shuttle’s hull.

    No distress signals.

    No traces of life.

    No sign of Leslie.

    “Your Highness,” said an old mage who had served the Royal family for over three centuries. He stepped forward, white–haired and weary, and shook his head. “The magic storms in that region are powerful enough to tear apart any soul imprint. We’ve found… nothing.”

    My heart slowly sank into the abyss.

    bi“/i/bAn Alpha,” my wolf said in a voice calmer than mine, i“/iimust /iiconsider /iievery /iipossibility /iiin /iithe /iiface /iof despair. iEven /iithe /iimost /iiabsurd /iione/ii./i”

    Yes. Every possibility.

    I closed my eyes. My mind flickered to the ancient legends I had always dismissed as fantasy.

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    It was said that some wolves shared a bond deeper than blood, stronger than vows–a thread of

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    Even if the marriage contract was broken… even if soul resonance ceased… that faint connection might still endure.

    A final, desperate, foolish idea took shape in my mind.

    Kirby.

    The man who made my sister suffer for three long years.

    The man who was once–allegedly–her fated mate.

    I hated him. Loathed him. Wanted to wipe his foolish family off the Western map.

    But now…

    If even a single ember of that bond still lived inside his wretched soul…

    I opened my eyes, now filled with a monarch’s cold resolve.

    “Carl,” I said, patching through to hismunicator. Wind howled behind him on the rescue ship’s deck. “You and I are going to Crimson Moon’s gship.”

    No matter what it took. Even if the odds were one in a billion.

    I had to try.

    Kirby’s POV

    The cold sea wind stung my skin and reeked of salt. I barely felt it anymore.

    I stood on the deck of Crimson Moon’s gship, sleepless for three days and nights.

    My eyes were locked on the ocean below–a bottomless void, dark enough to swallow everything.

    It was my invitation that sent her down that path.

    That truth carved through me like a poisoned de, over and over.

    Then, a Rogue Pack helicopter–sleek, armored, ck–descended onto our deck.

    The doors opened. Thorbane stepped out, Carl behind him.

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    Three top Alphas. Our scents collided in the narrow space like a thunderp.

    The air thickened with grief, rage… and bitter resentment.

    Carl’s bloodshot eyes fixed on me like a beast ready to lose control. If Thorbane hadn’t stopped him, he’d have ripped me apart on the spot.

    Thorbane came to me, his usually icy face now shadowed with fatigue and sorrow.

    “Kirby,” he said, tly, “I need your help.”

    I looked up at him, my gaze hollow.

    “ording to ancient Royal records,” he continued, his tone more clinical than emotional, “some wolves are bound by threads of fate. Even if the soul–bond is broken, remnants may persist.”

    “I need you,” he said, eyes sharp and cold, “to act as a beacon. Our seers will attempt to locate Leslie through what’s left of your connection–if any.”

    I understood.

    They wanted to use me.

    Use the past I destroyed with my own hands.

    My heart throbbed with a fresh stab of guilt.

    But beneath the pain… a flicker of desperate hope burned.

    “Fine,” I rasped.

    Led by Rogue Pack’s seer–an old blind wolf–I closed my eyes and sank deep into myself.

    I screamed her name in my soul. I reached for her face, herughter, her every breath. I wed through the sea of darkness in me, praying for even a spark of her light.

    But there was nothing.

    No voice.

    No warmth.

    Just dead silence.

    The seer’s fragile voice finally broke the void: “It’s gone.”

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    I opened my eyes into ckness.

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    “Maybe she drifted elsewhere,” I muttered, grasping for any scrap of hope. “She’s strong. A werewolf could survive for hours in water. If she-”

    That was when Carl–silent until now–spoke in a voice filled with sorrow and contempt.

    “You don’t know her at all, Kirby… Leslie…”

    “She can’t swim.”

    And just like that, thest ember of hope I had scraped from the ashes was crushed to dust.

    My body wavered.

    A surge of dizziness overtook me, and I stumbled–straight toward the edge of the ship.

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