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Fallon’s fingers trembled in Victoria’s grasp, strength bleeding in and out of them like a failing tide. The fever had her half-afloat already, dragged toward sleep no matter how fiercely she resisted it. She swallowed thickly, lashes fluttering as she fought to keep Victoria’s face in focus...

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Fallon’s panic ebbed in ragged increments, each one tugged loose by Victoria’s voice, her touch, her presence anchoring her to flesh and stone and breath. A faint, shuddering sigh slipped from her lips as the iron grip of terror loosened its hold on her chest. She gathered what little strength...

Fallon’s entire body trembled beneath Victoria’s grip. A fever burned so violently through her blood that steam rose from her skin, shone slick with sweat, her pulse thundering too fast, too hard. The silver laced through her veins like molten fire, searing her marrow, gnawing at her lungs, her...

Caspian’s eyes never left Victoria as she spoke, his gaze measuring her, weighing every gesture, every tremor of her hands. He saw the care in the gentle sweep of her fingers over Fallon's bloodied face, the careful tilt of her head to catch every shallow breath. In that moment, there was no...

‘Come back... I need you…’ The words whispered through the ether like a thread of light through fog, so faint that Fallon almost mistook them for memory. They slipped past the veil and brushed against her where she knelt in the Umbra’s wasteland, stirring something deep within her chest, a...

Fallon was alive, though the word hardly fit. Her chest rose and fell with stuttering effort, her skin clammy beneath the healer’s salves. The silver still burned in her blood, faintly, like smouldering coals hidden under ash. She clung to life with teeth and claws unseen, her body writhing...

Other fallen wolves were gathered up, limp and wounded bodies draped across broad shoulders. Caspian and Serra exchanged a look, something caught between dubiety and disgust when Victoria gave her sharp, clinical instructions on how to keep a vampire’s body from finding its head. Caspian’s lip...

The pain was immediate, searing, and absolute. Fallon’s senses ignited in revolt against her body. It wasn’t just a wound- it was an invasion. Silver had torn through flesh and bone like molten fire, and every beat of her heart pushed that fire through her veins, igniting nerves, muscles...

“Ambush!” “She brought them here!” “Vampire bitch!” The voices of her pack cracked through Fallon’s mind like whip strikes. She bared her teeth at them, a growl curling from her chest. She was ready to answer, to spit back something sharp, when Victoria tore away from her side in a streak of...

Fallon had faced demons. Monsters. Hunters. Even walked through hell with her own teeth bared. But nothing had prepared her for the image of her wife, elegant, eternal, wrapped in wool and defiance, hurling a snowball at a pack of Garou. The white clump struck the ground behind Caspian’s heels...

It had been years since Fallon had lost control. Not since she was barely more than a child in the midst of the wild, reckless phase that all garou navigated, when she given herself over to the storm of fury that lived beneath her skin. Since then she had suffered countless wounds, indignities...

Fallon’s chest swelled, her heart aching with a pride so fierce it nearly broke her. Victoria’s voice rang through the clearing like a bell, clear, brave, steady. The pack might not see it, but Fallon did. She saw the tremble held in check, the flicker of pain buried deep in crimson eyes, the...

Fallon led them forward, her grip tightening around Victoria’s hand as they reached the clearing. The air was sharp with the bite of winter, but she barely felt the cold—her pulse quickened for an entirely different reason. She could smell them before she saw them, could hear the quiet crunch of...

Fallon’s eyes snapped open, her body tense as Victoria spoke, her voice sharp with panic. She sat up instantly, her senses flaring as she scanned the cave entrance, a growl barely contained in her throat. Her eyes were wide with the same primal urgency that she had inherited as a Garou, every...