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Chapter One Hundred and SevenPOV: Reuel AshtonSera's questions carried more weight than she let on.I noticed it the moment she stepped through my door, the tightness in her shoulders, the way her eyes moved across the room before settling on me, cataloguing rather than simply seeing. I had known her long enough to read the difference between a visit born of comfort and one born of purpose. This was the second kind.It was not the first time I had watched her carry a question she was not yet ready to ask directly. Sera had always circled her fears before facing them, testing the ground with smaller questions before she trusted herself to ask the one that mattered most. I recognized the pattern because I had taught myself to do the same thing, years before she was ever born into this pack's troubles.I let her ask about the vision. I let her describe the markings, the woman with white hair, the words she could feel but never hear. Every
Chapter One Hundred and SixPOV: Sera AshwoodReuel's home sat at the edge of the settlement, close enough to the tree line that the morning light barely reached his windows. I had visited this house more times than I could count over the years, back when his presence meant comfort instead of a question I did not yet know how to ask.The walk there gave me too much time to think. I kept turning Kael's words over in my mind, the way he had said someone we trust without hesitating, without softening it for my sake. He had never been a man who protected me from difficult truths, and that was one of the reasons I trusted him now. But trusting his instincts about the tracks meant sitting with the same fear he carried, and I was not ready to let that fear attach itself to a name yet.I told myself I was only going for the lore, nothing more.The vision at the marker stone still sat unresolved inside me, the woman with white hair and golden mark
Chapter One Hundred and FivePOV: Kael DravonThe tracks near the marker stone told two stories, and only one of them made sense.One set belonged to our patrol member. He had confirmed it himself, standing in front of me with his arms crossed and his eyes steady, explaining exactly when he checked the stone and exactly which path he took to reach it. Nothing about his account wavered.The other two sets did not belong to anyone who had reported being there.I crouched at the edge of the clearing, studying the ground Zara had marked the night before. The prints were shallow, careful, placed with the kind of restraint that came from someone who understood how easily a trail could betray its owner. Whoever left them had known we would search this ground.I had walked this border more times than I could count, in every season, under every kind of weather the mountains could throw at us. I knew which roots caught a boot at the wrong angle. I knew which patches of soil held a print for day
Chapter One Hundred and Four POV: Sera Ashwood "Kael, something's moving." He was beside me before I finished the sentence, his eyes already fixed on the seam. Something moved beneath it. Not through it. But beneath it. My Veilborn senses flared so violently that the world around me blurred for one disorienting heartbeat, and every sound disappeared except the pulse coming from the breach. It knew me already!. That certainty arrived before reason did, settling somewhere beneath my ribs with the unmistakable weight of truth. Whatever was pressing against the Veil was not wandering blindly through the darkness beyond it. It was searching with purpose, feeling along the boundary. My grip tightened around Kael's forearm without me realizing it. He turned toward me immediately. "Talk to me." "It knows where I am." The words sounded strange spoken aloud. I wanted to take them back the moment they left my mouth, not because they were untrue, but because saying them made them real in
Chapter One Hundred and ThreePOV: Kael DravonThe marker stone came into view before the smell did, and the smell arrived before either of us was ready for it, something faintly sweet underneath a layer of scorched earth, the exact combination I remembered from the northern border the night the tears first opened.I stopped Sera with a hand at her waist before she reached the stone itself."Let me look first," I said."I am the Veilborn," she said. "This is exactly the part that is mine to look at.""I know what you are," I said. "I am not telling you to stand back because I doubt what you can do. I am telling you because I want one set of eyes on the ground before either of us touches anything, and mine are the eyes that have done this before."She held my gaze for a moment and then stepped back, which cost her something, I could see it cost her something, and I filed that away as one more piece of evidence that whatever we had built over
Chapter One Hundred and TwoPOV: Sera AshwoodThe moment held for as long as a moment at the border was ever allowed to hold, and then it broke, because nothing at the border stayed quiet for long, not for me, not anymore.Zara came over the ridge at a dead run.I felt her before I saw her, the ground carrying the rhythm of someone moving faster than a normal patrol pace, and Kael turned first, his hand tightening around mine for one instant before he let it go and stepped half in front of me the way he still did without thinking, the old instinct that a year of learning had softened but never fully removed."Report," he said, before she had even fully stopped.Zara pulled up short, breathing hard, one hand pressed against her side. "The sensors picked up movement," she said. "Same coordinates as the northern breach. The one from before the engagement fell apart."Something in my chest went very still, the specific kind of still that came right before my Veilborn senses decided whethe
Chapter ThreePOV: SeraLyra knocked on my door an hour before the third delegation of the week was due to arrive.She let herself in without waiting, which she had always done, which I had always liked. She sat on the end of my bed and watched me pin my hair back with the particular patience she h
Chapter TwoPOV: SeraThe elders did not waste time.There were four of them seated in our front room when my father led me in, their white ceremonial robes still on, their faces carrying the specific kind of gravity that old wolves carry when they have decided something is urgent enough to overrid
Chapter OnePOV: Sera "I, Kael Dravon, High Alpha of the Seven Packs, reject you, Seraphine Ashwood, as my fated mate."He said it like the words cost him nothing."I will not bond with something my wolf cannot stand above."Something."You are not what a Luna should be. You are not something I ca
Chapter SixPOV: Sera AshwoodI got to Damien's house and knocked three times and got absolutely nothing back.I stood there for a moment and looked at the door and knocked again because maybe he did not hear me the first time and still nothing, but the door was not fully closed, it was sitting slig







