LOGINI took the paper. "Why are you giving me all of this now? Why not before the tournament?""Because before the tournament you were still becoming what you needed to be," she said simply. "Information given too early shapes people in ways that limit them. You needed to discover your power on your own terms before you could be trusted with the full picture." She looked at me steadily. "I was also not entirely certain you would survive the tournament.""That's a cold thing to say.""It's an honest thing to say. I prefer honest to kind when the stakes are significant." She held my gaze. "You survived. More than survived. And now you need everything I have."I sat with that for a moment. Then: "The hearing is six weeks away. If three council members are compromised, we need to either neutralize that advantage or find a way to make their alignment irrelevant.""Maren Vael," Velistra said. "If she speaks publicly before the hearing, she shifts the political landscape significantly. Several of
ZANA'S POVThe letter from the capital arrived on a Tuesday.Not the official council correspondence — that had already come and been absorbed into the machinery of preparation that Ken had set in motion. This was different. Smaller envelope, plain parchment, no official seal. My name written on the front in handwriting I didn't recognize, delivered by a messenger who appeared at the academy gate at dawn and was gone before anyone thought to ask who had sent him.I opened it in the greenhouse, alone, before the morning bell.It was short. Eight lines. No signature.The council hearing will not go as smoothly as the resistance believes. Three of the seven senior members are more deeply aligned with Lucius than the public record shows. Evidence submitted through official channels will be seen by his allies before it reaches neutral parties. There is a fourth member who is sympathetic but has not declared — find her before the hearing. Her name is Councillor Vael. She was present at the
ZANA'S POVDarren's way of processing the six-week timeline was characteristically his own — he threw himself into physical training with an intensity that told me he was working something out, burning through the particular restless energy that built in him when he had feelings he wasn't ready to examine directly.I found him in the training hall on the fifth morning, alone, running through a sequence with a controlled violence that made the air around him feel hot. I sat on the bench at the edge of the space and watched him work until he noticed me and slowed, breathing hard, dragging a hand through his hair."How long have you been there?" he asked."Long enough."He crossed to where I was sitting and dropped down beside me, close enough that our shoulders touched. Neither of us said anything for a moment. The training hall was quiet around us, early enough that no one else had arrived yet."I keep thinking about after," he said finally. "Not the hearing. After. What it looks like
ZANA’S POVThree days after the finals, the academy felt like a held breath.Classes had resumed. The tournament structure had been fully dismantled. The grounds looked the way they always had, stone paths and training yards and the old greenhouse behind the east wing with its broken glass panes, and if you were new to this place you might not have noticed that anything had changed at all.But things had changed. Fundamentally, irreversibly, in ways that hadn't fully surfaced yet because the largest consequences were still traveling toward us from a distance — building momentum in the capital, in the council chambers, in the private conversations of powerful people who had witnessed something they couldn't unhear and were now deciding which side of it they wanted to be standing on when it arrived.I felt the waiting in my bones.My wolf felt it too. She wasn't restless exactly — more alert than usual, her attention oriented outward toward things she couldn't yet see but could sense ap
ZANA'S POVI found Caden after breakfast. He was near the outer courtyard where he often walked in the mornings.He saw me coming and slowed to a stop, waiting. His eyes went wide a bit when he saw me, like he wasn't expecting me.Honestly, I wasn't expecting to talk to him either. I just had the urge to and decided it was the best thing to do.I had to talk to him.His expression looked open and patient. He looked braced in the particular way of someone who already knew what a conversation was going to contain before it arrived.I stopped in front of him."You don't have to do this right now," he said quietly. "After yesterday—""I want to," I said. "You deserve an actual answer. Not me avoiding it because the timing was wrong or things were complicated. You've been patient enough."He was quiet, watching me with those steady eyes.I took a breath. "You asked me to choose," I said. "And I understand why. You love me — genuinely, honestly, without agenda — and you deserve someone who
"The witnesses help enormously. The court nobles who were present — several of them have already indicated privately that they won't support Lucius's version of events. But privately is different from publicly, and publicly is what matters."I listened to him lay it out — precise, honest, not softening the difficulty of it — and felt a complicated gratitude for exactly that quality in him. He never told me what I wanted to hear. He told me what was true."What about the three of you?" I asked. "Publicly, you stood against your father. What does that mean for your position? Your titles? Everything you were supposed to inherit?"The three of them exchanged a look over my head — brief, wordless, the shorthand of brothers who had been communicating in half-glances their entire lives.Percy answered. "That depends significantly on the outcome of the council hearing. If Lucius is formally censured — which is the resistance's goal — then the question of succession becomes a matter for the co







