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Warren’s POVEamon had the unsettling habit of speaking like time wasn’t pressing down on all of us.He moved slowly around the table, adjusting the stones that held the map flat as though he were arranging something ceremonial rather than tactical. Every instinct in me bristled at the delay. Lana’s fear still echoed faintly through the bond, not sharp anymore, but persistent—like a held breath that never fully released.“Start talking,” I said, voice tight. “Now.”Eamon didn’t look offended. He didn’t even look surprised. He simply folded his hands and leaned his weight back against the table.“Callen is not searching randomly,” he said. “He’s following fault lines.”Rowan frowned. “Geographic?”“Historical,” Eamon corrected. “Territorial scars. Places where authority changed hands violently. Places wh

Warren’s POVThe path narrowed as we climbed, stone giving way to packed earth and old roots that broke the surface like knuckles. I remembered this region only in fragments—a bend in the land, a familiar slope—but not enough to anchor it to a name or a pack. That unsettled me more than I liked to admit.Dark Silver’s territory should have been burned into my memory.Instead, it felt like a blank space where something vital had been ripped out.Rowan walked ahead of me, unhurried as always, staff tapping lightly against the ground. He had insisted on leading, claiming the terrain shifted more than maps ever admitted. I didn’t argue. My focus was already split.“This seer,” I said after a while, breaking the silence, “how accurate is he?”Rowan glanced back. “Accurate enough to still be alive.”“That doesn’t answer the question.”&l

Lana’s POVMoonbathing, I learned quickly, was less mystical ritual and more deliberate stillness.The clearing sat just beyond the houses, a gentle slope of pale grass surrounded by low stone markers that hummed faintly with old magic. Nothing dramatic happened when we arrived. No chanting. No sudden surges of power. Just the moon above us, full and steady, washing everything in silver light that felt oddly intimate, as though it were paying attention.Mara dropped onto the grass first with a satisfied sigh. “I forgot how much I missed this,” she said, stretching her arms over her head. “Actual rest without someone asking me to justify my existence.”Kael sat a little more carefully, folding his long legs and leaning back on his hands. “You say that like it happens often.”“It happens constantly,” Mara replied. “You just aren’t around for most of it.”I lo

Warren’s POVDistance was easier when the road demanded attention.I focused on the terrain, the shift of earth beneath my boots, the way the trees thinned and thickened as I moved farther from home. The farther I got, the quieter everything became—no pack chatter, no overlapping scents, no Lana watching me like she was waiting for something I didn’t know how to give.Traveling alone used to feel natural.Now it felt deliberate.My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless and alert, not agitated but watchful in a way that reminded me of old instincts resurfacing. Leadership instincts. Protection. The kind that didn’t ask permission before settling into your bones.Alpha.The word still felt heavy, even after everything began to make sense again.I stopped at a clearing just before dusk, the sky bruised with the promise of night. The elder I was meeting had chosen the location deliberately—neutral ground, far from territory lines, where power couldn’t lean too heavily on place.Smart.I

Lana’s POVI found Warren near the stables, already half-packed and tightening the straps on his travel bag like he was afraid standing still might give something away. His movements were precise, efficient—too efficient. The kind of focus people used when they didn’t want to think.“Warren,” I said, slowing my steps as I approached.He didn’t look up right away. “I’m heading out.”My chest sank anyway. “Out where?”“One of the elders sent word,” he replied. “They want to speak to me privately. About Callen.”That name landed between us like a dropped blade.“How long will you be gone?” I asked.“Not long.” He finally turned toward me, his expression carefully neutral. “A few days, at most.”I nodded, even though that wasn’t what I wanted to hear. “You didn’t tell me you were leaving.”“I didn’t think it was necessary.”There it was again. That cool distance, that invisible wall I kept running into no matter how carefully I approached.“Is everything okay?” I asked quietly.His gaze

Lana’s POVI found Warren near the training grounds just before dusk, standing at the edge of the clearing with his sleeves rolled up and his posture locked tight, like he was bracing for something that never came. The air around him felt colder than the rest of the park, sharper, almost clipped.For a moment, I just watched him.He wasn’t doing anything—no sparring, no pacing—but his presence filled the space in a way that made it hard to breathe. Alpha energy, my wolf whispered, faint but insistent. It was strange how obvious it felt now, like my instincts had been quietly catching up to something everyone else already knew.I cleared my throat.“Warren?”He turned slowly. His eyes flicked over me, paused for half a second too long, then shifted away again.“What is it?” he asked.That was it. No warmth. No edge either. Just distance.“I just wanted to talk,” I said. “You’ve been… different.”His jaw tightened. “I’ve been busy.”“With me,” I added softly.Silence stretched betwee