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Cedar is quiet for one perfect evening-families curled together, babies sleeping, wolves finally breathing again.
Then Grandpa Cedar's phone rings.
And the peace shatters.
A werecat grandfather is calling from the rainforest.
One of the triplets is gone.
Kidnapped.
Trapped.
Dragged into the jungle by men who know exactly what she is.
Barrett is on his feet in seconds.
Diana is already dialing.
The Alphas mobilize before the call even ends.
Because a child is missing.
And wolves don't hesitate when a child is taken.
Across the continent, Victor breaks-pacing, shaking, begging the universe that his daughter stayed in cat form so she won't be helpless. His sons cling to him, sobbing, whispering apologies he refuses to accept.
The werecat grandfather tracks through the rainforest like a ghost-two kittens strapped to his chest, fury in his bones, whispering Abuelo is coming as he hunts the men who stole his great‑granddaughter.
The wolves cross into Canada in silence.
Dozens of them.
Trackers. Scouts. Infiltration teams.
Every pack answering Barrett's call.
They find the facility.
They breach the wall.
They fight through gunfire and collapsing concrete.
And when Zena rips open the cage, the tiny werecat kitten launches into her arms-trembling, crying, alive.
The building collapses behind them.
The forest holds its breath.
Victor drops to his knees as his daughter shifts mid‑run, becoming a small human girl who screams one word that breaks every wolf in the clearing:
"Papá!"
Book 15 begins with a rescue.
And the end of the Quiet War.