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    Lycan Erasmus had already sent agents to Hudson City, but so far, they’de up empty.


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    His men were also lurking in the shadows of Fairfax County; he figured if Germain was too scared to be shy in Hudson, Fairfax was the perfect ce to go to ground.


    As a Lycan King, Erasmus felt a nagging sense of powerlessness.


    While the old Lycan King had left him a crew of capable advisors, they constantly threw his father’s “traditional ways” in his face whenever they disagreed with a political move. It drove him insane.


    Because of the internal friction, he could only trust Jeremy to handle the secret investigation into Germain.


    Outside the Pce, Adide had just stepped into her carriage when footsteps approached from behind.


    Damian walked up, his aura dialled down low, looking every bit the diplomat.


    ‘Honorable Alpha Lance,” Damian said, his voice smooth. “Since the real talking starts tomorrow, I thought we might have a quic :hat beforehand. How about à bar? We can keep the night going.”


    Adide leaned out of the carriage window, her scent steady. She put on a perfectly timed tired face and looked at Lance.


    ‘Honey, it’s sote. Why don’t we just head home? Whatever it is can wait until tomorrow.”


    Damian let out a small chuckle.


    Is Gamma Adide worried I’m taking Lance to some shady underground spot? Rx. Just a private drink between men.”


    .ate–night “feeling out” sessions were standard procedure before a big negotiation.


    Given that the Northern Tribe was the one in the hot seat this time, Lance didn’t really have a reason to say no.


    He hesitated for a second, then turned to Adide.


    I’ll go grab a drink with Gamma Damian.”


    Adide nodded and signaled for Paisley and Avery to get moving.


    Damian stood there, watching her carriage disappear into the night like a hunter marking his prey


    The second she was out of sight, his scent shifted. The sharp, cold edge he’d suppressed all night leaked out, buzzing with the thail of a ning together.


    The night road was silent, save for the rhythmic roll of the carriage wheels.


    Inside, Paisley leaned her head on Adide’s shoulder, acting like the world was ending


    “You guys got to feast in the Pce while we were out here freezing our tails off,” sheined. “Thank God Beata packed us some smoked meat and rye bread, plus a sk of hot mulled mead. I would’ve passed out from hunger otherwise.”


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    Adideughed.


    “Once things settle down, I’ll let you buy me a massive dinner.”


    Instead of being annoyed, Paisley grinned.


    “See, you get me. The only thing I’m actually good at spending is money.”


    She truly loved spoiling her friends.


    Adide nudged her head against Paisley’s, and a soft warmth filled the carriage, smelling of malt, honey, and leather.


    With Avery’s sharp wolf senses on guard outside, Adide felt she could breathe for a moment.


    In the study of the Silverlight pack estate, the light hit Howell’s face in jagged shadows.


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    He’d dropped the act of thezy<i>, </i>weak Alpha. His eyes were hard–like a de that had been sharpened in secret for far too lo


    Tonight, there was no room for error.


    War was the only way. Only when the fires started would his opportunity arise.


    He’d missed his chance at the Southern Border; he wasn’t going to screw this up.


    Lycan Erasmus already suspected him, so he had to move now, even if it meant being branded a traitor.


    History, after all, was written by the winners.


    His n was to ignite both the Southern and Bloodscar borders at the same time, trigger internal chaos, and then rise up using Lycan Erasmus’s “failed leadership” as his excuse.


    He’d secretly traveled to the Western Tribe <i>to </i>strike a deal with Damian.


    Damian’s price was simple: ensure the Western Tribe won at Bloodscar. In exchange, the North would cede a city.


    And the only way to ensure a loss at Bloodscar was to snatch Adide.


    She was the weak point for both Alpha Lance and the Doyles.


    With her in hand, he could force Lance to stay off the battlefield and coerce the Doyles into a retreat.


    Howell knew exactly how much Lance valued her; she was the ultimate leverage.


    For tonight’s hit, he’d handpicked high–level <b>assassins </b>to assist Milo.


    Adide was a trained warrior, so they needed an ambush.


    Milo was the Western Tribe’s fiercest fighter, as long as Lance was out of the picture, the odds were in their favor.


    Howell closed his eyes.


    Tonight was the first domino.


    Damian would lead Lance away, and since Lance would be desperate for a peak at the Westerners cards before the meeting, he‘


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    take the bait.


    The sound snapped him out of his thoughts, his body jerking tight. His wolf let out a sharp, short growl.


    When he realized it was Luna Skye, he asked irritably, “What is it?”


    Skye’s voice seeped through the door.


    “Honey, I wanted to ask where you went earlier. Luna rissa sent a doctor…”


    “Not your business,” Howell said tly. “Go to bed. Don’te back in here.”


    He already knew about rissa’s doctor and had the perfect lie ready.


    He couldn’t believe Skye was this rattled by such a small thing.


    She was Aire’s sister, yet she didn’t have a tenth of Aire’s spine


    As her footsteps faded away, Howell let dut a disgusted sigh.


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