LOGINPlease, my readers this is main chapter 36 the previous chapter is 35. Please pardon me
Five Years LaterMorning came easy to the Blackwood manor.Cassian tore across the south lawn with a wooden practice blade held too high and a battle cry that belonged more to joy than war. At seven, he had his father’s dark hair, Aria’s stubborn mouth, and a laugh that still surprised the guards who remembered when the house had measured every sound for danger.Elara watched from the garden path, older and slower, content to correct his footwork with a raised eyebrow instead of a formal report. No Council observers. No sealed notes. Only a boy learning balance because he asked to, not because anyone feared what he might become.Aria stood on the terrace with coffee cooling in her hands, a script open on the table beside her. She still worked selectively now, on her terms, in seasons that fit their life. The industry had tried, more than once, to turn her into a legend of scandal or survival. She had outlasted both versions by remaining specific: actress, mother, Luna, none of them o
CHAPTER 127Six weeks after the hearing, the manor finally sounded like a home.Aria woke to it before the sun was fully up. There were no hurried footsteps in the corridor, no sealed envelopes on the breakfast tray, and no guards murmuring outside the nursery door. There was only a clatter from the kitchen and a small voice demanding, very seriously, to be told why porridge had to be hot.She lay still and listened, afraid to trust it.The council had ruled at dawn, just as Mireille had promised. Aria remembered every minute of it. Lucas's evidence had done what accusations could not. Once the papers were read into the record, three packs withdrew their petitions before the vote, and Rhett Veylan found his challenge standing on nothing. The Alphas who had cheered him on were suddenly busy elsewhere. In the end he asked to withdraw it himself, with a thin smile and a stiff bow, and the Council let him.Edricson fared no better. The Ward Law needed risk, and the Council could not prove
CHAPTER 126 Aria could not stay in bed.The manor was quiet in that false way houses became before something official and ugly. She stood at the nursery doorway longer than she meant to, watching Cassian sleep with one fist curled near his mouth, then forced herself down the corridor before fear could turn into pacing loud enough to wake him.She ended up in the west sitting room with the lamps low and the curtains open to black glass.Tomorrow the Council would decide whether her authority held and whether her son’s training could be claimed under the Ward Law like a dangerous object placed in safer hands.The door opened behind her.Damien did not ask if she wanted company. He crossed the room, stopped close enough for her to feel his heat, and he rested his hands on her waist from behind.“You’re counting again,” he said against her hair.“I’m preparing.”“You’re terrified.” His mouth brushed the edge of her ear. “Say it.”Aria’s fingers tightened on the window frame. “I’m afraid
CHAPTER 125The training yard behind the east wing had been cleared of everything but sand and a low wooden fence.Damien had agreed to this session two days earlier, after a long, bitter night with Aria. Rule six forbade strengthening Cassian's gift, but rule two allowed him to learn to stop it. So they had settled on a compromise: one wolf, one child, ten minutes, and nothing more.Aria stood at the fence with her arms wrapped around herself. Lucas had posted guards at every gate. Elara sat on a bench beside the sand with her herb bag on her knees. Along the far side, in a neat row of chairs, the Elders watched. Cotter sat with his hands folded. Mireille wore her usual calm. Harran leaned on his cane, his eyes on Cassian and not on anyone else.Cassian stood in the middle of the yard in a small gray tunic, holding Damien's hand."It's just a game," Damien told him quietly. "A wolf is going to come and say hello. You stay where you are. If you feel funny, you tell me.""Funny how?"A
CHAPTER 124Elara brought the rules in writing, on three sheets of cream paper, and read them aloud at the nursery table as though she were reading a will."One," she said. "No sudden frights. No loud arguments in his hearing, no hunting stories at bedtime, and no strangers handling him without warning."Aria nodded. That one was easy."Two. He may not use his gift more than once a day, and never for longer than a count of ten.""Once a day," Damien repeated. He stood at the window with his arms folded. "He doesn't use it. It happens to him.""Then we teach him to stop it from happening." Elara turned the page. "Three. He must never try to reach more than one wolf at a time.""Why one?" Aria asked."Because one is a conversation. Many is a command." Elara's voice stayed even. "The garden was four. That is already too many."Aria read the list over her shoulder, then took the pages and read them herself. Some made sense. Keep him calm. Keep him rested. Keep him away from crowds. But ha
CHAPTER 123The scream came at 2:13 in the morning.Aria was out of bed before she was fully awake. She crossed the hall barefoot, with Damien right behind her, and pushed open the nursery door.Cassian was sitting up in his bed with both fists in the blanket. He wasn't crying. That frightened her more than crying would have. His face was white, his eyes were wide and fixed on the corner of the room, and his chest was heaving."Cassian. Baby, it's Mama." She lifted him, and he clung to her at once, small arms locked around her neck. His heart hammered against her ribs. "You're safe. I've got you.""Don't go," he whispered."I'm not going anywhere."Damien stood at her shoulder, one hand resting on the boy's back. His eyes had gone red, and he was scanning every shadow in the room. "Nothing's here," he said quietly. "I'd smell it.""I know." Aria rocked, swaying on her feet. "Nobody's here but us."Cassian wouldn't go back to sleep. She tried making him go back to sleep on the bed, the







