The Grand Ballroom was a chaos of shimmering light and bared fangs. The triple-headed wolf-spirit, a spectral manifestation of Leo, Mia, and Toby’s combined Sovereign spark, stood like a shimmering wall between Willow and the world that wanted to tear her apart.
Hunter stared at the apparition, his golden eyes wide with a hunger that wasn't just physical—it was the spiritual craving of an Alpha who had finally found the missing pieces of his soul. But as the Star Trade Union’s armored warriors surged forward, the heavy doors groaned under the pressure of a second, darker force.
"Shield the children!" Willow screamed, her voice cutting through the din.
She grabbed the triplets, pulling them back toward a heavy velvet curtain that masked a service entrance. Her glamour was gone now; she
