–CAITLYN’S POV–
The training compound smelled like metal and smoke.
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Every time I exhaled, the cold stung my lungs like punishment. My palms were scratched from blade drills, my back drenched in sweat, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
“Again,” I hissed through my teeth, swinging the silver short sword up into a block, then twisting to slam it down on the training dummy’s shoulder.
The instructor raised an eyebrow. “You’ve done that combo twenty times.”
“Then twenty–one won’t kill me,” I muttered, spinning and slicing through the next move before he could respond.
He didn’t argue. None of them did after I snapped at the Commander that day for accusing me of disloyalty.
I was going to kill Lia Snow.
They whispered she was prophecy–born. Chosen. Some vessel of
moon magic. No one had seen her powers in action. But fear didn’t need proof. Only silence.
And Blake…
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I swallowed the name like poison.
Blake Walker.
He had occupied my thoughts more than I would ever admit.
I was supposed to hate him. Despise him.
me
His existence was making question everything. Including my sanity.
But that was still fine.
The Commander doubting my loyalty wasn’t.
Killing Lia Snow would prove my honesty.
And if he stood in the way, I’d kill him too.
My thoughts were scattered. Maybe even my feelings.
But my purpose was clear.
I would show them all that none of them hated werewolves more than I did.
None of them had lost more than I did.
And no number of Blake Walkers could change my mind. No
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amount of tingles or desire could move me.
I wasn’t meant to be mated to them.
Only to kill them.
But where was he?
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He’d been seen near Zane’s territory. Near her. Crawling back to her like she still had a hold on him.
He’d told me their bond was broken.
Maybe he lied to mess with my head.
To fool me into thinking that there was something between us. That those sparks weren’t some trick, but a supernatural pull drawing us together.
It wouldn’t matter though.
When I saw him again, I’d drive a silver blade through his ribs and twist until he’d bleed out.
“Focus,” the instructor snapped.
I hadn’t realized I had stopped.
“Sorry,” I muttered and reset my stance.
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The Order’s labs were running without pause. Weapons were coming in faster than briefings. Silver bombs. Wolfsbane dispersal units. Mist grenades. Coated blades.
One drop of this gas and every wolf within thirty feet would choke. Burn. Collapse.
Then there was the serum.
Still experimental. Still lethal.
It was designed to bend. Suppress instinct. Disrupt hierarchy. Take a wolf’s will and repurpose it.
I’d seen one of the early trials. A captured rogue, barely older than me. One injection. He collapsed. Seized. Then stood and obeyed. Not out of fear. But because the serum rewrote the command centre in his head.
Now they were packing it into darts and threading it into throwing knives.
They weren’t just preparing for Lia.
They were preparing to erase her. Erase them all.
Turn them into what they were meant to be.
Weapons for us to use.
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Or submissive little pets.
Not leaders of their own colonies.
“You’re leading the strike,” a voice said behind me.
I turned.
The Commander.
“Where?” I asked, already tying my braid tighter.
“The pack house. Once again. Only this time, she’s there.”
My heart raced.
“When?”
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“Tomorrow night. You’ll have a full assault team. Airborne wolfsbane. Enhanced bombs. Agents dosed for resistance. Do not waste them. This time, we are aiming to kill. She cannot survive this. Nor can Zane.”
I nodded once. “And the rest?”
“Captured.”
I nodded again.
He looked me over, from my bloodied knuckles to the bruising
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under my eye. His gaze didn’t soften.
“You’re bleeding.”
“I’ll stop by morning.”
He turned and left.
I moved to the rack near the door, fingers closing around at combat vest. The lining still smelled like gun oil and pine. I didn’t know why I noticed that.
Or why it reminded me of Blake.
His voice echoed in my head, uninvited.
“You have to be careful,” he’d said, like he actually cared.
I pulled the vest tighter around my ribs.
Let him come. Let them all come.
I’d burn their home. Poison their lungs. Crush every last prophecy beneath my boots if I had to.
They thought they were above us. More powerful. More dangerous.
Now they’d see what I really was.
They could sit waiting for their miracles and prophecies.
Now they’d discover what humans could do with science.
They couldn’t win this.
Not this time.
The war would only be smoke and silver.
And vengeance.
No saviours.
No Lia Snow.
And definitely no Blake Walker.
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