bChapter /b69

ra’s POV

“Wart, a creek to the West?

Bax’s voice racked through the stillness, disbelied heavy in his words “How do you know that? And why why do you speak

and the rush of her blood pounding in ber retreating into shadows. All che could hear now

But ra didn’t answer. She didn’t need to The only thing she could hear was the thundering ofi cart as the sprinted westward The vige, are in the distance, faded into the night like a night were the sounds of her feet pping against the forest floor, her breath ragged as the pushed forward, her body not stopping for anything.

But then a silence settled in. The kind of silence that was topleta it was suffocating

ra’s eyes scanned the dark, trying to adjust to the pitch ck surroundings, but the dense canopy overhead allowed only slivers of moonlight to filter through. The world around her seemed frozen, unnervingly still. Her heart raced faster, the hairs on her neck prickling as she slowed her pace, listening for any disturbance, any sound that would break this unnerving quiet.

Asnap–a twig breaking underfoot

no, someone–ficker through the trees, it was bet

ra’s instincts fired instantly. Her eyes flicked toward the movement, just in time to see something–no, s

dark, and bfast/b—so fast it left behind only a whisper of its presence.

Without thinking, she gave chase. But the figure was already gone, vanishing like a shadow into the void.

She stopped, chest heaving. The eerie stillness returned, suffocating and endless. She was alone.

Her gaze darted around the foggy forest, but nothing moved. Nothing breathed

Her hand reached instinctively i

y into her pocket for herpass. She needed to get her bearings, needed to know she was heading in the right direction.

But before she could grip the cold metal, something fell onto her neck–a chill, damp, and unnatural

Rain?

She wiped at her neck, but her gaze shot upward as thest remnants of the downpour disappeared, revealing not rain, but blood.

bA /bsingle drop slid down her skin, red and thick.

And then she saw it.

A wolf. A massive, dark shape, crouched on the thick branches above her head, its glowing yellow eyes fixed hungrily on her. Its fangs glistened like daggers in the moonlight.

The blood? It hade from its mouth.

Before bra /bcould even register the danger, the wolf let out a deafening roar, its feral eyes locking with hers.

Time slowed

Her instincts kicked in, her body moving faster than her mind. She dove to the bside/b, just bas /bthe wolf lunged. Her heart mmed into her ribs as she barely escaped the swipe of its ws. One more second, and it would have shredded her chest wide open.

She shifted then, her body morphing into the form of the woll. The air crackled with the rawness of their fight as they collided with boneb–/bcrushing forc teeth bared, ws shing. This bwasn’t /bthe controlled sparring she was used to. This was brutal. Raw

The rogue was monstrous, his strength nearly crushing her. But the blood of an Alpha surged in her veins, sharpening her reflexes, fueling her aggression.

A few deep cuts marred her back, but in the end, the managed to pin the rogue beneath her, her ws digging into his throat.

She stared into his eyes, breathi rappel, before leaning down, her vice tow and deadly. “Where are the others? How did your border.

Despite his defeat, the rogue grinned, his fellow teeth fashing as a wild, manic glint gleamed in his e

“What a beauty you areTM

He giggled, Beking his lips hungrily. “A sweet thing like your th

should nevere into the forest alone

ra’s paws pressed hardes into his throat. “Answer me. Now

His cracked lighter echoed in the silence, Bling her with unease.

“Look around, my sweetmb,” he crooned, his voice tinged with madness. “Look before you threaten me again.”

Achill ran down ra’s spine.

She looked up

And her bloodran cold.

Eyes. Everywhere. Eyes,

At least twenty sets of them. Yellow, glowing, watching from the shadows.

She hadn’t heard theme, hadn’t even sensed their presence. But now, they were here, closing in. And onerger than the others—stepped bforward /binto the moonlight. His bscarred /bface twisted into a sneerb, /bba /bbdeep /bgash running between his eyes.

“Let him go the scar growled, bhis /bvoice thick with menace.

ra froze. The weight of the situation settled on her, the sense of being utterly surrounded suffocating her. She could feel it–the shift from the fight to

survival.

Her foot lifted from the rogue’s neck, but only slightly, just enough to allow the scar to approach.

Outnumbered. Ambushed.

The wise choice? Surrender–for now.

The scar’s eyes glinted with vicious amusement. “A she–wolf, huh? Tell me, where are your men? Did they all fall?”

The rogues behind him snickered

“How does Thorne like our little surprise?” The scar sneered, a cruelugh cutting through the tension. “He ughtered bso /bmany of our own. Bethe didn’t expect bthis/bb, /bdid he?”

“Cowards,” ra spat, her voice sharp with contempt,

b“/bYou think you’re so brave,ing all the way bhere /bto burn our vige. But you won’t face Thome directly?” she challenged, her voice rising with a dangerous edge.

The rogues jeered, but the scar silenced them with a brutal snarl

“Quiet!” His voice roared. “You can say whatever you want, but we’ve already won. And we will keep ravaging yournds. All of them Until the world trembles beneath our feet.

“No,” ra’s voice was venomous,ced with a quiet fury. “You can kill me now, but you won’t stop the others. All the Alphas. All the Gammas. They’reing for byou/b.”

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bLU/b, DU

The scar’sughter cut through the air

the air tike

“Together?” He scoffed his voine

belong to us.”

Her heart sank, the words like a punch to her gut

Had they already nted a mole among them? Was this the confirmation of her deepest fear?

She red at him, her voice low and steady. “Are you the Bogor King!

He chuckled darkly, “Me? No. And you’ll never meet the king Because your Me ends now”

Before she could react, the scar lunged ra rolled, narrowly escaping the savage snap of his jews But then-

Pain

A sharp, blinding pain shot up her leg as a woll’s teeth sank into her flesh. She screamed, her body struggling to break

rip tightened, and she could hear the scar’s voice behind her,ing in for the kill.

The crack of a branch broke through the chaos.

Aroat–loud and unmistakable–ripped through the air.

It sounded so familiar.

“Theme..

The rogues froze, panic creeping into their voices.

“RUN!” they shouted, their fear palpable.

But ra didn’t need to wait for them to scatter.

She could already feel it. Thorne bwas /bing. And no one–not even the rogues–would bbe /bable to stop him

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