Dawn’s POV
The morning light filtering through the bunkhouse windows found me already awake, staring at the ceiling as the events of the previous night crashed over me like waves. When I finally turned my head, Asher’s eyes were already open, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher.
The silence between us was fucking awkward. I didn’t know what the hell to say to him now. I couldn’t get it out of my head: he was a fucking wolf. Not just any werewolf, but one planted here by Damien and Elena, sent specifically to get close to me. His entire presence in this Hunter training facility was a carefully orchestrated lie designed to awaken something in me that I wasn’t sure I wanted awakened.
The betrayal mixed with confusion left me speechless. I had trained my entire life for moments like this, yet nothing had prepared me for the complexity of discovering that someone I’d grown to trust was exactly what I’d been taught to hunt.
I forced myself to get ready for breakfast, going through the motions mechanically. It wasn’t until I was pulling on my boots that I noticed the conspicuous absence of Koa and Nico. Their bunks were empty, stripped of the few personal belongings they’d been allowed to keep.
A chill ran down my spine. Something was wrong.
The feeling only intensified when I stepped outside the bunkhouse and found Corbin waiting for me, his usual relaxed demeanor replaced by something more rigid and official.
"Dawn." His voice carried an edge I’d never heard before. "You’re wanted in the office."
I nodded without speaking and fell into step behind him. The walk across the compound felt longer than usual, each step heavy with dread. The morning air that should have been refreshing felt thick and oppressive instead.
As we approached the main building, the chaos became impossible to ignore. People rushed past us with urgent expressions, voices carried from open windows, and the general atmosphere crackled with tension. Whatever had happened, it was big enough to throw the entire facility into overdrive.
We stopped outside Captain Blackwood’ office, and Corbin’s knock echoed in the hallway. The familiar voice called for us to enter, but something in the tone made my stomach twist.
Blackwood stood with his back to us, silhouetted against the window, hands clasped behind him as he surveyed the training grounds below. The morning sunlight cast harsh shadows across his face when he finally turned.
"Beautiful morning, isn’t it, Dawn?" His voice carried a satisfaction that made my skin crawl.
"Yes sir," I managed, though beautiful was the last word I’d use to describe how this morning felt.
"I find it quite beautiful indeed." His smile was all teeth and no warmth. "Because last night, we achieved something that many thought impossible."
My heart began to hammer against my ribs. The knots in my stomach tightened as I tried to keep my expression neutral. Around us, the sounds of activity continued, voices and footsteps creating a symphony of urgency that my enhanced hearing picked up with crystal clarity.
That’s when it happened. A voice, clear as day, spoke directly into my mind.
"This is very bad."
"Fine, sir. Thank you." I fought to keep my voice steady.

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