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Roland POV
“Not a chance, Roland!”
“Dad, Dominique and Delphine need me. I can’t stay here and do nothing.”
“You won’t be doing nothing,” he snaps back. “You’ll be looking after your mother.”
I understand what he’s saying. Mum shouldn’t be alone right now. I know that. But there’s this growing pull inside me, this heavy certainty that Delphine is calling for me that she needs me. If she’s scared the way she was during the rogue attack, trapped in that basement, she’ll need me there to calm her. She always does.
“Dad,” I say, forcing my voice to stay steady, “Dominique says I’m going to be his Beta one day. I can’t leave them. Not if there’s anything I can do. Ask Miss Lambert to stay with Mum. I won’t let you go without me.”
He’s furious about me being in the car. I can feel it. His eyes burn into me through the rearview mirror as he insists on driving himself, keeping me within sight every second.
Miss Lambert stays behind with Mum, ready to get her to the hospital if anything changes with the baby. We roll out in multiple vehicles, warriors fully armed, prepared for whatever fight waits ahead.
“Where are we heading?” one of the female warriors asks from the back seat beside me.
“Our orders are to move toward the Bloodnight pack,” Dad replies, “but we’re to wait for final instructions as we get closer.”
We’ve been driving for about an hour and a half when the car’s media system lights up with an incoming call.
“Alpha?” Dad answers immediately, barely letting it ring.
“Theo…” Alpha Damien’s voice fills the car, cold and tight with tension.
“I need you to come to the Bloodnight pack. Ignore the last known location”
“They weren’t there?” Dad’s eyes flick to mine in the mirror.
“Yes. They were there, Alpha…” Damien pauses, distracted by something happening in the background.
When he speaks again, his voice is heavier. “The warrior car was attacked. I’m sorry but none of them survived.”
The words land like a blow. Those were our warriors. Men Dad trained. Men he knew.
His hands tighten on the steering wheel, knuckles bleaching white.
“And the Alpha car?” Dad asks, his tone hardening to match Damien’s cold, lethal, ready for war.
“Ambushed. They’ve been taken. Signs of severe injuries. I’ll update you when you arrive. Hurry.”
A low growl rips from Dad’s chest. My stomach twists with panic. Who’s hurt? My mind jumps straight to the twins.
“Yes, Alpha,” Dad says, ending the call.
His foot slams down on the accelerator, the car surging forward even faster.
Aurélie POV
“Aurélie…”
Someone is calling me from far away. It sounds like Fabrice. Why does he sound so distant?
“Mummy?” Delphine’s voice drifts to me, small and upset. Why is she upset?
“Mum, wake up!” Dominique’s sharp, bossy command finally drags me toward consciousness.
I wish it hadn’t.
Pain slams into me all at once. My body aches, my head throbs violently, and my neck screams when I try to move it. It feels weak, unsteady like it’s been hanging at an unnatural angle. I must have been unconscious for a while.
I try to shift, but something holds me in place. As strength slowly returns, I pull harder
Clang.
Chains.
My breath catches. Am I chained?
I force my eyes open and find myself seated upright in a chair, metal biting into my wrists and ankles. The room is dim, poorly lit, thick with stale heat. There’s no fresh air just suffocating stillness.
“Mum.” Dominique’s voice, full of relief, helps anchor me as my wolf rises to the surface.
“Dominique?” I whisper. “Where’s your sister?”
My vision sharpens as my wolf lends me her sight. The blur clears, and I see Fabrice and Florence both chained to chairs like me, awake and seemingly unharmed.
Then I find the children.
Dominique and Delphine are sitting on the floor, handcuffed together, but not chained to anything.
They’re here.
Alive.