تسجيل الدخول[Lumi’s POV]The South Pack envoy’s horse was barely past the gate when Kade came through it instead, still dressed for the council, ink smudged dark along the side of his hand from whatever he’d been signing an hour before.“You’re supposed to be listing everything Thornfield cost us.”“I already gave my part. Left before they got to the boring half.” He dropped onto the bench beside me, close enough that our knees touched, and caught my hand before I could go back to the shears. “Eileen handled the envoy herself. Alaric says he’ll owe her for that one.”“Good.” I meant it, let myself feel glad for exactly one breath before the rest of the week crowded back in. “Kade. We haven’t actually talked, not since the soldier came and your hands started shaking and I…”“Flinched.” He said it plainly, no flinch of his own this time. “I know.”“I didn’t mean to.”“I know that too.” His thumb found the fresh blister along his own palm, worried at it instead of at me, a habit I recognized from ev
[Eileen’s POV]Alaric found me in the corridor outside the council chamber, still fastening the cuff of his sleeve, moving too fast for a man trying to look unhurried.“The South Pack’s envoy is early,” he said. “Twenty minutes, maybe less.”“You told me midday.”“He told me midday. He’s already walked the gardens without waiting on an invitation.” Alaric’s teeth pressed together hard enough that I heard the faint grind. “Half the war council’s waiting on me to finish counting what Thornfield actually cost us. I need you in that receiving hall in my place.”“You want me handling a kingdom’s envoy alone.”“I want the Luna who out-argued my own council on refugee grain to remind a stranger exactly why that seat isn’t wasted on you.” His hand caught mine before I could answer, quick, warm, thumb pressing once into my knuckles like he could push the confidence straight into my skin. “You’ll be fine. You always are.”“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one about to sit across from
[Alice’s POV]“You’re really doing this.” I stood in the doorway of the study, arms crossed, watching him yank his shirt over his head like the room was on fire. “Writing to Selena. Tonight.”“I already sent it,”he said.“You sent it.”“An hour ago.” He grabbed his jacket off the chair, wouldn’t look at me. “Before I even told you.”I laughed, and it came out sharp enough that he finally turned around. “Three years I draft every word you send that woman. And the one letter that matters, you write in the dark without me.”“It wasn’t a strategy letter.”“I know what it was.”That stopped him. His hand went still on the sleeve, and the room went quiet enough I could hear the fire snapping behind him.“Say her name,” I said. “Go on. Say it to my face instead of a piece of paper.”“Alice, don’t.”“Say it.”He didn’t. He looked at the floor instead, jaw working, and something in me wanted to cross the room and shake it out of him with my bare hands.“I want to see her.” His voice came out l
[Lucian’s POV] Three years ago I stood on a cliff and watched a woman stop existing, and I have not once, in three years, said her name out loud to another living person. Some nights I stay wake, reaching for a body that isn’t there, fingers closing on cold sheets, my own heartbeat slamming loud enough that it takes a full minute to remember where I am, another minute after that to remember why my hand always goes to the wrong side of the bed first. Alice noticed the letter before I did. She always did. “You’ve been staring at that seal for twenty minutes.” She didn’t move from the doorway, arms crossed, reading me the way she read everyone, cataloguing which version of me she was about to be dealing with. Years of watching me build this territory from the ground up had made her good at that, good enough to know exactly how much of it was actually hers if I ever stopped needing her the way I needed her now. “That’s nothing, Lucian. What is it.” “A letter from my sister.” “You
[Kade’s POV]I caught the tail end of it from the far side of the training yard, dirt still settling where something had clearly happened, that thin electric smell hanging in the air that only ever comes after real fear, not practice nerves. Selena walked away like she’d already spent every ounce of interest she owned this yard, spine straight, not a hair out of place.“Everything all right?” I asked, once she’d disappeared through the gate.“Fine.” Eileen’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. I knew better than to push. “Don’t you have somewhere to be today?” She asked.I did. Three days in the shed behind the stables, sawdust in my hair, a bench with two wolves carved facing each other instead of away, herbs along the seat that Lumi had taught me the names of without realizing she was teaching me anything at all. My father had shown me and Alaric both, years ago, evenings when being second sons and heirs apparently felt lighter with something to do with our hands. I hadn’t touched a chisel
[Eileen’s POV]“Not tonight.” I kept my voice steady, mostly for my father’s benefit, though it cost me. “There’s a village burning and an army on our border, Alaric, whatever this was, it can wait until you’ve actually dealt with both those things.”He didn’t like it. I watched him not like it, one hand flexing at his side like he was resisting the urge to grab something and shake answers loose from it, every instinct in him clearly wanting to drag me somewhere private and demand the truth before he did anything else. But he was still an Alpha standing in a courtyard full of officers waiting on him, and duty won, the way it always eventually did with Alaric.“This isn’t over,” he said, low enough that only I could hear it.“I know.”He let go of my arm and turned back to his men, and I watched him fold the fear right back into command, seamless, like he’d had three years of practice doing exactly that. My father didn’t say another word to me. He simply watched the whole exchange with







