MasukOdessa's POVWe walked to campus together afterward, the late afternoon sun stretching long shadows across the quad, and Nora kept firing off questions faster than I could properly answer them."Okay, but seriously," she said, "how does the whole daylight thing work? Because you've been walking around outside this entire time, and you didn't burst into flames or anything.""That's mostly a myth," I said. "Direct sunlight for extended periods isn't great, but a stroll across campus isn't going to kill me.""Interesting," she said, nodding like she was filing that away for future reference. "What about garlic? Please tell me garlic actually works, because that would honestly be hilarious.""Garlic's just garlic," I said. "I eat it plenty. It doesn't do anything except make my breath smell like everyone else's after Italian night.""Damnit," she said, her grin gave away how much she was enjoying this entire conversation despite ever
Odessa's POVI met Nora at our usual coffee spot near campus, the same small table by the window where we spent countless afternoons complaining about professors and boys before any of this had ever started, and something about the familiarity of it made the whole conversation ahead feel even stranger than it already did."You look better," Nora said, studying my face carefully across the table. "Less like you're about to collapse, at least.""I've had a few days to actually sleep," I said. "Feels like a novelty at this point.""So," she said, wrapping both hands around her mug, "you said you wanted to talk properly. In person. No more half answers over the phone.""Yeah," I said, my stomach tightening despite everything I already survived. "You deserve the full truth, Nora. All of it, not just the pieces I've been feeding you whenever I needed help with something specific.""Okay," she said, something careful entering her expres
Odessa's POVI stayed at Ironhollow another week before I finally made myself go back to Vale territory, and even then, I nearly talked myself out of it three separate times before actually crossing the border."You don't have to do this," Ronan said, walking beside me toward the council buildings, his hand steady in mine despite the tension I knew he still carried every time we crossed back into this territory."I do," I said. "I keep thinking about how I felt when I found out my own parents had died and nobody ever told me the full truth. I don't want Julian's family living with that same kind of lie, even if some of them already knew more than they let on.""Even after everything he did?" Ronan said, not quite a question."Even after everything," I said. "He still didn't deserve to just disappear into some sanitized official story. His family deserves the truth, whatever they end up doing with it."We found the Castellan family seated in a formal meeting room near the council chamb
Odessa's POVWe crossed back into Ironhollow territory three days later, once the healers cleared all of us to travel, and the pack had already prepared the burial ground by the time we arrived, word apparently having traveled ahead of us about everything that happened in that stone cell.I recognized the clearing immediately. The same stretch of ground where they buried Finn months earlier, except now it held two more fresh markers alongside his, plain stones set into the earth without any of the grandness I imagined a place like the Vale might have given similar losses."Who else?" I asked Ronan quietly, my chest already tightening in anticipation of the answer."Two scouts," he said, his voice rough. "Wounded during the fight at the pack house before we even left for Vale territory. They held on longer than the healers expected, but they didn't make it through the night."I closed my eyes for a moment, the weight of it settling heavy over everything else I was already carrying.The
Odessa's POV"No," I said.It came out faster than I expected, no hesitation in it at all, and something about hearing my own voice say it so plainly surprised me almost as much as it seemed to surprise Marsh."No," he repeated, studying me carefully. "Just like that.""Just like that," I said. "I appreciate the offer, I really do, but I can't sit in that chamber, Councilor Marsh. Not now. Maybe not ever.""May I ask why?" he said, his tone carrying curiosity rather than any real pushback.I thought about how to explain it, my mind still exhausted, still raw from everything the last twenty-four hours had put me through."Because that chamber's been the center of every terrible thing that's happened to me since I was twelve years old," I said finally. "My parents' deaths were quietly buried in a room just like that one. My own future got decided there without my consent, more than once. Corvin sat in there for years, running that entire program with nobody in that building ever botheri
Odessa's POVThe presiding elder called for a vote within the hour, and I stood beside Ronan near the front of that packed chamber, my heart pounding despite everything I already survived to reach this moment, some small, stubborn part of me still bracing for a different outcome than the one I desperately hoped for."Those in favor of formally dismissing all charges against Odessa Ravencourt," the elder said, his voice carrying steady across the chamber, "given the evidence presented regarding their fabrication under Magistrate Ashgrave's direct orders."Hands rose across the council table, one after another, and I watched with something close to disbelief as the count climbed past what I cautiously allowed myself to hope for."Those opposed," the elder said.Silence. Not a single hand."The charges are formally dismissed," the elder said, and the crowd erupted into a mixture of applause and relieved murmuring that took a long moment to settle.I felt Ronan's hand tighten around mine,







