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"Someone who's been playing a much longer game than any of you realized," Morrigan said. She stood up slowly, her ancient frame moving with careful deliberation. "Someone who's been waiting in the shadows since before you were born, Xavier. Someone who saw in Thorne a tool that might be useful. And when Thorne proved to be more obstacle than asset, someone who simply... adjusted their plans.""You're speaking in riddles," I said, frustration bleeding into my voice. "I don't have time for…""You don't have time for much longer, no," Morrigan agreed. "Which is why you need to understand what you're facing before you charge into battle. Before you make another decision you'll have to live with."She moved toward the garden entrance, and we followed."Sit with me," she said. "All of you. And I'll tell you about the one who made Thorne look like an amateur."We found a collection of stone benches near the garden's center, arranged around a dying fire. Morrigan moved toward them with the ce

XAVIER'S POVThe infirmary fell silent after Thelma's revelation. Not the comfortable silence of two people drifting toward sleep, but the sharp, electric quiet of a threat hanging unspoken between us.I felt her shift against my chest, her breathing still uneven from crying. The bond thrummed with her exhaustion, but beneath it was something else. A low-level vibration of fear."Tell me again," I said quietly, not moving. "Everything you remember about the name. Don't try to piece it together logically, just describe the sensation. The feeling of the memory."Thelma was quiet for so long I thought she might have fallen asleep. Then: "Cold. The memory itself feels cold, like someone wrapped it in ice to preserve it. Or hide it.""That's not normal compulsion fragmentation," I said, thinking through what I knew about magic. Which, admittedly, wasn't much. "That's deliberate obfuscation.""Someone warded Gina's mind against revealing this name," Thelma said, and I heard the realization

THELMA'S POVThere was something deeply unsettling about Elder Morrigan.I'd looked into minds steeped in conspiracy. I'd read the thoughts of people planning murder and treason and revenge. But Morrigan was something else entirely. Her mind was a fortress, but not a hidden fortress. It was open, transparent, but so carefully organized that you could look right through it and still not understand what you were seeing.It was like being shown a map in a language you could recognize but not read."You're wondering why I'm not afraid of you," Morrigan said as we left the interrogation chamber. Xavier had excused himself to deal with other matters, leaving me alone with the Elder."The thought had crossed my mind," I admitted."Because I'm very old," Morrigan said, "and I've seen too many young wolves with power think that power meant wisdom. Thorne thought his magic made him untouchable. Gina thought her obedience made her invincible. And you…"She paused, studying me with eyes that were

THELMA'S POVI felt Xavier's panic through the bond, felt him struggling against Gina's hold, and something in me broke.Not metaphorically. Literally fractured like glass.The threads of fate that I'd been holding so carefully snapped and rewove themselves. Silver light exploded outward from me, not healing light this time, but something raw and primal and absolutely uncontrolled.Every seer has a moment, I realized. A moment when they stop seeing the future and start making it.This was mine.I grabbed Gina's wrist. Didn't pull. Didn't twist. Just held her, and poured every ounce of power I'd been accumulating directly into her mind.The compulsion magic broke like a chain with a severed link.Xavier gasped, fell to his knees coughing. But he was free.Gina screamed.It was a sound of pure, unfiltered anguish. Her hand convulsed, and the compelled wolves, all fifty of them, suddenly reoriented themselves. But not toward us.Toward her."What did you do?" she choked out, her eyes wi

XAVIER'S POVThe compelled wolves flowed into the arena like a grey tide, their eyes empty and their movements synchronized. Fifty of them. Maybe more pouring in through the breach in the wall.I didn't move. Couldn't move, not yet. Every breath sent fresh agony through my chest. The wound was closed, but barely. Thelma's magic had stopped the bleeding, but it hadn't healed the deeper damage. My right lung still felt half-crushed. My shoulder was a symphony of broken things held together by stubbornness and spite."Xavier," Thelma's hand gripped my arm. "You need to get out of the arena. You're not—""I'm exactly where I need to be," I cut her off, keeping my voice low so only she could hear. "Gina didn't bring fifty wolves here to let me run."It was true. If I fled, she'd hunt me. Hunt us. Better to end this now, on ground I'd chosen, with the pack watching.The first wave of compelled wolves reached the arena floor. They moved with eerie silence, no snarling, no growls. Just the th

THELMA'S POV broke cold and merciless over the ancient trial grounds.I stood at the edge of the ceremonial arena, watching as pack members from across the territory filed into the stone amphitheater. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. All here to witness Xavier either triumph or die.The arena itself was a relic from before the Council, before organized pack politics. Just a circular pit of hard-packed earth surrounded by rising tiers of stone seats. Simple. Brutal. Perfect for what was about to happen."You're shaking," Clara said quietly beside me.I looked down at my hands. She was right. "I can see too many endings.""Which one is strongest?""The one where he almost dies." I wrapped my arms around myself. "The one where I have to watch him bleed before I can help."Clara's hand found my shoulder, squeezed. "He's the strongest wolf I've ever seen. And he has you. That's more than Aurelius has."But was it enough?I closed my eyes, reached for the threads again. They were clearer