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The Sentinel stood in the doorway covered in blood and road dust, chest heaving from the ride.
"He says his name is Caius."The entire war room had gone deathly still.Savannah looked at Grayson. He wasn't looking at anyone. His face had become unreadable, cold and controlled.
Dangerously controlled.Mason recovered first."How many wolves came with him?""One."The SentThe last message left everyone wallowing in confusion.The Sentinel stood in the doorway covered in blood and road dust, chest heaving from the ride."He says his name is Caius."The entire war room had gone deathly still.Savannah looked at Grayson. He wasn't looking at anyone. His face had become unreadable, cold and controlled.Dangerously controlled.Mason recovered first."How many wolves came with him?""One."The Sentinel swallowed."Just him."Nobody believed that.Not really.Hugh certainly didn't."Nobody rides into an enemy territory alone."The Sentinel shook his head."Our scouts checked.""Nothing.""No backup. No hidden patrols. No movement in the forest."Damon frowned."That's impossible.""Apparently not," Dominic muttered.Grayson finally spoke."Where is he?""The northern gate."Silence."He refused to come
Total silence dominated the ride back to Reed Manor. Nobody spoke. Not Mason.Not Savannah.Not even Frank.The only sounds were hoofbeats and the distant rumble of thunder gathering beyond the mountains.“Your brother is already coming for you.”The words refused to leave Grayson's head. Brother!. The concept felt absurd.Yet somehow, after everything he'd learned in the last few days, impossible had stopped meaning anything.Savannah rode beside him in silence. She wanted to say something. She wanted to tell him everything would be okay. But that would've been a lie.Nothing was okay.Nothing had been okay for a long time.When Reed Manor finally came into view, they immediately knew something was wrong.The gates stood open. Sentinels crowded the courtyard. Voices echoed everywhere.Real panic.Mason dismounted before his horse fully stopped."What happened?"Hugh appeared instantly.His expression alone answered the question.Something bad.Very bad."The southern patrol."Mason
Mason personally led the recovery team.Grayson went with him.So did Elias.Nobody tried stopping either of them.The morning sky was gray when they reached the road. The smell hit first.Blood.Death.Smoke.Savannah had smelled enough battlefields to recognize all three immediately.Still, nothing prepared her for what waited beyond the tree line.Twelve bodies.Every one dressed in the dark silver armor of the Keepers. Every one, suspended from ancient oak trees.Crucified.Savagely.Deliberately.The Prophet hadn't simply killed them.He had displayed them.Sentinels moved quietly between the trees, cutting down bodies one by one.Nobody spoke.Not even Hugh.Elias stood perfectly still.Savannah watched him carefully.The First Keeper looked carved from stone. But his hands were shaking.Beside him, Lucas whispered something in the old tongue.A prayer.Perhaps a goodbye.Grayson stopped beneath the nearest tree. The Keeper hanging there couldn't have been older than thirty.His
Everyone remained frozen in stunned silence.The Southern Council.The Prophet.Together!!.Even saying it aloud felt wrong.Lucas looked like someone had punched him in the chest."Impossible," he whispered.Elias slowly turned toward him. "Apparently not.""No." Lucas shook his head. "You don't understand.The Southern Council spent decades trying to destroy the Prophet. They lost thousands of wolves fighting him.""People change," Mason said grimly."Not that much."Lucas looked genuinely disturbed."The Council considers the Prophet a fanatic. A heretic.""Then why join him?" Savannah asked.Nobody answered.Because nobody knew.And that frightened everyone.Mason was the first to recover."How long?"The scout swallowed."Our eastern patrol intercepted a courier less than an hour ago. According to the message, the Southern Council's delegation
Nobody moved.Nobody breathed.The howls kept coming.They rolled down from the mountains in endless waves, shaking the valley beneath them. Every wolf in the courtyard stood frozen, staring toward the ridgelines.Eyes.Thousands of glowing eyes.Watching.Waiting.Savannah felt Grayson move beside her.Not much.Just enough for his body to shift instinctively between her and the mountains.Protective.Automatic.She barely noticed.Lucas had gone pale.Actually pale.The calm, unreadable man who had walked into Reed Territory without an army, without fear, without hesitation, looked terrified.Mason saw it immediately."What is that?" the old Alpha demanded.Lucas didn't answer.His gray eyes remained fixed on the mountains."No," he whispered again.A horn suddenly echoed across the ridges.Deep.Ancient.Nothing like the horns of Ree
The second impact nearly tore the gates off their hinges. The entire manor shook.Dust rained from the ceiling.Outside, wolves were shouting.Running. Weapons clashed.And somewhere in the middle of the chaos, a horn blasted across the valley.Not a Reed horn.Not a Black Ridge horn.Something older and ancient.Something deeper.Something that seemed to vibrate through bone.The Sentinel standing in the doorway looked like he was struggling to breathe."They're here."Nobody needed clarification anymore.“The Sovereign.”The name alone had transformed the room.Moments ago they had been discussing him. Now he was at the gates. Savannah's stomach twisted. Everything was happening too fast.Mason moved first.Of course he did.The old Alpha grabbed his coat and headed for the door."Everyone outside."No one argued.Within seconds the war r
For precisely three seconds, there was silence.Then Reed Manor burst into action. The courtyard echoed with orders. Sentinels ran in the direction of the stables. The messengers hurried to the gates. Wolves ran through the darkness as lanterns swung wildly.
Grayson could not get the words out of his head."Bring him home."Three easy words.Three words that are dangerous.They followed him everywhere for days.Into gatherings.Into reports on patrol.Into meetings for strat
No one said anything.Long after the scout had finished speaking, his words seemed to linger in the courtyard."They're heading north".Like a stone dropped into deep water, the sentence sank into every wolf present.Not because they didn't anticipa
Sometime before dawn, the rain finally stopped. No one gave it a second thought.Lately, rain has become a part of their lives. Similar to fear. Similar to patrol schedules. Similar to funeral processions.Grayson watched the morning fog creep through Black Ridge from the balcony outside the Alpha







