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**Callen’s POV **

My heart swells with pride as we leave the meeting with Josh and Marcus.

Since I took my place as Alpha, I’ve never been able to negotiate a deal with those two. They’ve always been polite enough, in an arrogant alpha werewolf sort of way, but they’ve been distant, never offering real cooperation, never seeing us as equals. I thought it was me they didn’t respect, that they saw me as too inexperienced or too easygoing to lead. When Ronnie found Ryder and brought him back here, I thought maybe they’d change their minds if they saw someone more serious beside me. They didn’t. But today was different.

Today, they listened. They didn’t talk down to us. They didn’t laugh when we discussed uniting the packs to work together. It still feels unreal.

The other packs have never been hostile toward us, but they’ve kept their distance. We were the misfits, the half–formed pack of orphans and strays that Ronnie had pulled together when he first arrived here. He’d refused every offer to merge, determined to rebuild what was once the Emerald Ash Pack, to honour the memory of those who’d died that horrible night.

They called us the Lost Pack back then, just a handful of kids living on bare land. Until I came home and claimed my birthright. Until the Phoenix rose from the ashes.

I can still remember the first time I said it out loud. I’d spent days trying to find the perfect name that reflected the history of what our pack had been through. Phoenix Pack had felt right, like we were something reborn, something stronger than what came before. But today, for the first time, it feels like everyone else finally sees that too.

Beside me, Paige walks with her head high and her shoulders straight, that calm confidence radiating from her like sunlight. for more updates visit j(o)bn-ib _. c_o{m} for fast updates.The moment they called her Luna, my chest nearly burst. She didn’t flinch, didn’t shy away despite their scrutiny. She smiled, thanked him, and spoke for us all as though she’d been born to it.

She catches me looking at her now, that soft smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. “You look proud of yourself,” she teases.

“I am,” I admit, reaching for her hand again. “But not of myself. Of you.”

Her cheeks flush in the way I love, and she squeezes my fingers. “We did it together.”

“Maybe. But you carried the room, Paige. You had every Alpha in there listening like waiting for their next command.”

She laughs, the sound warming something in me as we make our way across the grounds toward the school group. The late afternoon sun glows gold over the trees, and I can feel the hum of the mate bond thrumming beneath my skin.

Jaxon spots us first, sprinting through the trees. “Mum!”

Paige crouches just in time for him to throw himself into her arms. I ruffle his hair, my heart twisting with that familiar rush of affection. Every time I look at him, I’m reminded of what we’re fighting for, why we’re rebuilding, why this pack matters.

“Did you have fun today?” I ask.

“Yeah! We went track spotting, and I found all the footprints on my list!”

“That’s my boy,” Ryder grins.

Parker asks him which tracks he was looking for, and Jax starts to recount each animal track and the shape and size of each one. While he chatters about his day, I open the mind link to Ryder, Remy and Parker.

“I think we should do something special for Paige tonight,” I say.

“Like what?” Remy responds first.

“She deserves to relax, maybe with a massage and a candlelit bath?” Parker suggests.

“A nice dinner too,” Ryder adds.

“Good,” I say. “Here’s the plan. Home–cooked dinner. Ryder, can you handle steaks? Parker, you and Remy make the sides and dessert. I’ll set the table and make sure the patrols are rearranged so all of us have the whole night free with her.”

“Got it,” Ryder replies immediately. “What about Jax?”

“You put him to bed after dinner,” I say, glancing at Paige as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Then we make sure his mum forgets all about meetings, hunters and pack politics for one night.”

“Understood. I take it we are giving her the full experience, then?” Remy asks.

I can’t hide my grin when I respond. “That’s exactly what I’m thinking.”

Paige looks up at me curiously, sensing the flicker of energy from the bond. “You’re plotting something,” she says.

I grin wider, unbothered by being caught. “Maybe. But you’ll have to wait and see.”

Her eyes narrow playfully. “If this involves another training surprise, I swear”