MasukCassian calls it a council meeting, but really it just looks like most of the people I've come to love crowded into his study, arguing cheerfully over who gets the good chair."I was here first," Damon says, already settled into the chair nearest the fire."You're always here first," Evan complains. "You live here.""So do you, apparently, given how rarely you leave Iris's side these days.""That's different.""How exactly is that different?""It just is," Evan says, dropping into a spot on the floor instead, clearly deciding the argument isn't worth the effort. Iris settles down beside him, biting back a laugh.Victoria takes the remaining proper chair with the kind of quiet dignity that makes everyone else look a little silly by comparison, and Cassian just watches the whole thing unfold from behind his desk, arms crossed, obvious amusement written across his face."Are we going to actually discuss anything today?" he asks, "or is this simply going to be an hour of you all fighting
I wake up and for a second I don't reach for a weapon. That's new. For months my hand went for something sharp before my eyes even opened. This morning it just goes for Cassian instead, finding the warm space beside me, and he's already awake, watching me with that soft look he gets now that used to be reserved for careful, guarded moments and now just seems to live on his face most of the time."Morning," he says."Morning," I say back, stretching slowly, feeling how loose my body is. No ache from fighting. No tension in my shoulders from expecting the door to burst open."You slept the whole night through," he says. "No waking up at every sound.""I noticed," I say. "It's strange, but good."He laughs a little, pulling me closer. "Get used to it. I plan on us having a lot more mornings like this."We get up eventually, though neither of us hurries, and I dress in something plain and comfortable instead of anything meant for riding or fighting. Downstairs, the smell of bread hits me
I dress quickly, curiosity and caution both warring as Cassian pulls on his own clothes beside me. "Do you know anything about her," he asks Dara, following us down the hall."Only that she's very old," Dara says, "and very calm. She didn't seem dangerous. Just tired, mostly, like she'd walked a long way to get here."We find her waiting in the main hall, an elderly woman, silver hair loose around thin shoulders, dressed plainly, nothing about her carrying the weight or menace of everyone else we've faced these past months. She looks up as we enter, and something gentle crosses her weathered face."You're her," she says simply, studying me with something like quiet relief rather than calculation. "I can feel it, even from here. The threshold's settled properly around you.""Who are you," Cassian asks, careful but not hostile, sensing the same lack of threat I do."My name is Cassandra," she says. "I served as guardian once, a very long time ago, before the role passed on and I stepped
Word spreads through Blackridge House faster than I expect, and by the following morning, the whole pack seems to already know, warmth and genuine celebration greeting me everywhere I turn."Congratulations," Dara says, practically bouncing with excitement as she helps me dress that morning, a far cry from the nervous, careful maid who once could barely meet my eyes. "The whole kitchen's already talking about it.""News travels fast," I say, laughing despite myself."Good news travels faster," she corrects, grinning. "After everything this pack's survived, I think everyone needed something to properly celebrate."She's right, I realize, stepping out into the main hall to find pack members offering genuine smiles and warm congratulations rather than the wary, suspicious glances that greeted me those first difficult weeks. Something has properly shifted, not just within my own chest where the binding now sits calm and settled, but within this entire household.Iris finds me near the kit
Victoria leads us to her private study, and once the door shuts properly behind us, she sits heavily, exhaustion and old grief both plain across her tired features now."I've been carrying this alone for a long time," she says slowly. "The other branch I mentioned isn't some hidden threat, not exactly. It's simply where Aldric's original vision came from in the first place. My grandmother's sister, Aldric's own mother, believed strongly in that same idea of shared stewardship, generations before Aldric ever twisted it into something dangerous.""So this isn't a new faction," I say slowly, working through what she's actually telling us. "It's the origin story of everything we've already uncovered.""Precisely," Victoria confirms. "Aldric didn't invent this vision from nothing. He inherited it, and somewhere along the way, patience curdled into obsession, and obsession into everything we've now properly dismantled."Cassian's expression eases slightly, clearly relieved this isn't annou
"Tell me," I say, holding his gaze steady despite everything churning uncertain in my chest. "Whatever it is, tell me now."Thomas glances nervously toward Damon still gripping his arm tight, then back toward me, clearly weighing how much time he actually has before consequences catch up properly with his attempted escape."Aldric never wanted power for himself, not truly," he says quickly, words tumbling out fast now. "Not in the way everyone's assumed. His real goal was far different, and I don't think Petronella properly understood it, even after years of service.""Then what did he actually want?" Cassian demands, having joined us now, expression carrying obvious skepticism given everything Aldric's already demonstrated."He believed," Thomas continues, "that the threshold needed proper stewardship, not simply guardianship maintained by one person alone. He wanted to establish something considerably larger, a council perhaps, drawing from multiple bloodlines and territories, ensur







