Three days following the Equinox Gala, the political landscape of the northern territories had undergone a seismic restructuring. With Ethan banished and Vivienne’s corrupt empire dismantled, the Blackthorn Pack and the resurrected Ancient Lycan Bloodline formed an un

The midnight air over the northern archive estate tasted of ozone, pine, and imminent violence. The heavy Lycan-armored SUV slid silently to a halt behind a dense wall of ancient cedar trees, its celestial steel plating absorbing the faint moonlight without a

Dawn broke over the northern peaks, washing the obsidian spires of the Blackthorn Citadel in a brilliant wash of gold and amber. The syndicate threat had been entirely neutralized, the captured operatives handed over to the High Council for interrogation, and