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of New Haven, the morning sun pierced the floo

ooling in my hand. Beneath the tailored fabric of my three-piece Tom Ford suit,

dian double doors swung o

d into the sprawling office. He held an encrypted bla

ty-five degrees. "The Sterling Pack has formally requested a

Sterling is losing his composure.

measured yet tense. "Multiple compound fractures, spinal trauma, and most critically... comple

ble console. I turned slowly, my golden irises

simply lose his beast to physical tra

o ritual witch residue. The damage was inflicted entirely by targeted, physical strikes against his spiritual

ds, a violent, tectonic tremor tor

lossal, blood-soaked sovereign that had slept in cold, unbroken silenc

gs, and unleashed an earth-shattering roar tha

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ned me king of this continent. The aura leaking from my skin turned the air in the pent

Lycan dominance back behind the barrier of my human mind, though m

g down at the medical scans on the tablet screen. "That isn't modern

voice trembling beneath th

said, my baritone dropping into a deadly whisper. "A strike that could permanently se

But the main house vanished decades ago! There hasn't been an active K

the dead center of my personal sovereign territory. If an unregistered apex killer is walking amo

nd pressing down on his spine. "Understood, Alpha.

staring across the skyline toward the d

d relentlessly against the iron bars of

OUR SOIL. CLAIM

d why did the mere whisper of her existence make my lon