(Aria POV)
The next morning, Red Hawks Pack Headquarters was tense with unspoken energy. Every wolf could feel the pull of the three mates, the aftermath of Aria’s shadow manifestation, and the looming threat of the Puppeteer.
Lucas stood outside, pacing near the gates, golden eyes fixed on her office window. His wolf was restless, emotional. The mate bond screamed through him — claim her, protect her, do not let her go.
“No, we can’t do that. We can’t break her trust by forcing her into this bond,” He said to his wolf. “But don’t worry, we will fight till the end to make her ours,” He assured him, but his wolf huffed and retreated to the back of his mind.
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Inside, Adrian and Dominic flanked her desk. Her hands shook slightly as she held the amulet from the ruins — a link to her
