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I held onto him tighter. “You say such romantic things to me sometimes,” I grumbled.
“And that’s bad?”
“Yes, because I’m not good with words.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be a genius?”
“I’m not creative genius.” I frowned. “Just book smart. Geeky.”
“My geek.” He shrugged, tapping his index finger on my nose.
“I should thank mommy dearest for giving me you.”
Zane chuckled. “She did also give you Blake, so I think it kind of balances out.”
I laughed, gaping at him. “You’re really pitting me against the Moon Goddess? Right under her… nose? Do you think she has one as the moon?”
Zane glanced out the window. “Hm, I can’t see it right now. But it’s often depicted that way in cartoons. Especially when she’s on a diet.”
“On a diet?”
“Yeah, when she’s thin and all crescent-y.”
I smiled, shaking my head at him. “You’re so weird.”
“What?” He laughed. “I’m right. Think about it.”
“I don’t want to,” I whispered.
“You’re right, you’re not creative. No imagination.”
‘Shut up, I do have an imagination.”
“Mhm?” His tone turned teasing, arms wrapping tighter around my waist. “Am I part of it?”
“You rule it,” I replied honestly.
“In what? Am I wearing a crown? Am I shirtless? Am I half wolf?”
“No, you’re wearing grey sweats. And well, yeah, sometimes you’re shirtless.”
He grinned proudly. “Knew it.”
“Duh,” I said. “I’m your girlfriend and I have a crush on you. I can think about you all I want, however I want.”
“You can,” he nodded, “as long as you tell me about it in great detail.”
I chuckled. “Buzz off. I’m not telling you shit.”
He narrowed his eyes, and they flashed black for a second, sending a shiver through me. “Then I might as well show you mine.”
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CAITLYN’S POV-
The blood moon was coming.
Barely a week left now.
And after that? War.
I could feel it in the air, sharp and tense like the calm before. everything goes to hell.
I stood at the edge of the Order compound, staring at the sky. Red clouds hung over the horizon, like a warning sign from nature itself. The wolves would probably call it fate. Divine timing. Some stupid moon-blessed sign.
To me, it just meant one thing: time’s up.
I rested my hand on the knife strapped to my hip. Silver-coated. Laced in poison. Blessed in every possible way that could hurt a wolf. Maybe it was too much, but I didn’t care. You don’t play nice with monsters.
And yeah, I meant that literally.
They weren’t misunderstood. They weren’t tragic. They were killers.
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Born only to spread destruction. To be used, like weapons. Not to have their own minds. Not to build their own little lives and kingdoms.
I knew that better than anyone.
They dressed like normal people. Hoodies. Jeans. Trying to blend in. But underneath all that, they were ticking time bombs. Claws. Fangs. Tempers. Secrets. You never knew when one of them would snap.
I’d seen what they were capable of. The chaos they could create.
And Blake? He was the worst kind.
Not because he was cruel. But because he pretended he wasn’t.
He tried to act human. He tried to feel things. But it was fake. It always was. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn’t fight what they were.
And he proved it when he kidnapped Lia and dug his canines into her neck. He handcuffed her to the bed and stole her consent from her.
Whatever goddess they worshipped served him right for what he did.
“You think she’s gonna survive this?” a voice said beside me.
I didn’t have to look. Ryder. Another agent. One of the few I could stand.
I didn’t answer.
“She’s not just a normal wolf, you know,” he kept going. “She was human her whole life. And they say she might be-“
“I don’t care what she might be,” I cut in. “She’s still one of them. That’s all that matters.”
He didn’t say anything after that.
Inside, the strategy room was busy. Maps and notes spread out across the table. Red circles marked wolf territories. Green ones marked allies. And right in the center? A black circle.
Lia Snow.
The so-called Moon’s Lost Daughter.
Ugh. Even thinking that name made me roll my eyes.
She wasn’t a miracle of some kind. She was a mistake. A glitch. Something their goddess probably regretted now. And if the stories were true, she had the power to destroy everything we’d worked for.
And she was dating Zane Adams.
It was ironic. How she had called us here to free her from them. And now she stood with them, lovesick and magical.
“Caitlyn,” a voice called. I turned. It was the Commander. Not the actual head of The Order-just someone running this mission. The real power was higher than any of us.
“Report.”
I crossed my arms. “She’s protected,” I said. “Zane’s got his pack on full guard duty. I couldn’t even get near her house, or her parents or friends. They’re everywhere, watching her like she’s their little treasure.”
“That’s because she is,” he replied, his face hard. “She’s a force stronger than any of them.”
I lowered my gaze. That was all bullshit in my opinion.
If she was so strong, why couldn’t she stop Blake from marking her?
We’d injured her before. We could do it again. Only this time, it would be a fatal blow.
“We’ll draw them out,” the Commander said. “When the blood moon rises. That’s when they’re weakest.”
“What about her?” I still asked. I had my opinions and my own conjectures. But that didn’t mean I would act stupidly. We still had to make sure we had all angles covered. “What if she isn’t the weakest at that time? What it it’s different for her?”
“It doesn’t matter,” he replied. “She doesn’t know what she’s capable of. So we strike before she finds out.”
I gave a nod, but my stomach twisted a little. I had seen her. And something about her felt… off. Wrong. Abnormal.
She was connected to everything. To Zane. To some mythical prophecy. And to Blake.
The idea of it was overwhelming. I didn’t believe it. But the thought was enough to make me uneasy.
“What about your wolf?” the Commander asked. “What’s his name?”