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My own wolf surged, demanding I shift to meet the challenge. Instead, I reached deeper, accessing something older. Primal authority that had little to do with claws or teeth.

Power flooded my voice as I projected every ounce of dominance I possessed.

“STOP.”

The sound echoed off the concrete walls, resonating with frequencies that spoke directly to their wolf-brains. Several of the smaller ones immediately dropped to their bellies, whimpering. The larger wolves hesitated, confusion flickering across their features.

I stepped closer to the pack, resisting Felix’s hand reaching for my arm.

“We’re going to get you out of here. You were taken. Taken away from your families. But we’re here to help.”

The black wolf’s ears swivelled forward. Behind him, others began to settle, their aggressive postures melting into something more submissive. Recognition sparked in yellow eyes—not of me, but of what I represented. Alpha. Leader. Safety.

“Fucking hell,” Rory breathed behind me. “He’s alphaing.”

The wolves closest to me began to whine softly, a sound caught between relief and desperation. They understood. I was here. I would lead them out of this place.

I raised my voice again, addressing the growing pack. “Form up behind me. Stay close. Stay quiet. Follow my—”

Pain exploded through my skull.

White-hot agony stabbed directly into my brain, sharp enough to drive me to my knees. My vision fractured into jagged fragments, the corridor spinning violently around me.

The wolves sensed my distress immediately. Yelps erupted from the pack as my influence flickered. Several began pacing anxiously. Others started growling again, the fragile control I’d established crumbling.

“Kit!” Felix dropped beside me, hands reaching for my face. “What’s wrong?”

The pain intensified. My wolf thrashed, but each movement sent fresh waves of agony through my spine. The pack’s agitation grew. Without an alpha’s stabilising presence, they were reverting to their previous state—confused, angry, dangerous.

“Kit, talk to me!” Rory’s voice sounded distorted, like he was speaking underwater.

The black wolf took a step forward, hackles rising again. Others followed suit. Within seconds, they’d be attacking everything in sight.

The pain reached a crescendo. My vision went completely white.

Everything went silent.

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Kit collapsed completely, his body seizing against the concrete floor. The wolves erupted into chaos—snarls echoing off the walls as their fragile calm shattered.

“What’s happening to him?” I dropped beside Kit, hands hovering over his convulsing form.

“I—I don’t know for certain,” Isla stammered, backing against the wall as the black wolf stalked closer. “But I think… I think Ma might be trying to activate the prototype chip.”

“What? She can do that?!” Rory’s voice cut through the growing din.

“Yeah. The one from years ago. When Kit was in Greywatch.” Isla raised her hands, speaking softly to the approaching wolves in what sounded like Gaelic. Several backed off slightly, but their agitation continued building.

“How do you even know that?” I demanded, still focused on Kit’s rigid form. “Maybe he’s just lost too much blood from the surgery.”

“Well… I heard her talking about it. She mentioned wondering what effect reconnecting might have—”

Rory’s fist slammed into the concrete wall. “That bitch!”

Kit’s back arched, a strangled sound escaping his throat. For a moment, his eyes cleared, finding mine. The wolves settled fractionally, growls turning to whines.