LOGINMira's POVWe spent the following evening working through the problem together, spread across Rowan's study with a rough list of household staff and warriors who could plausibly have accessed that corridor undetected."Petra's been with the household longer than almost anyone," Rowan said, crossing another name off the growing list with obvious reluctance. "But she's also one of the few people who genuinely doesn't fit the timeline. She was with Maren the entire morning and the portrait disappeared.""What about Garrick?" I asked, thinking of the warrior whose earlier concerns about the Luna rumor had lingered uncomfortably in my thoughts these past weeks.Rowan considered that seriously, something careful in his expression rather than immediate dismissal."He has access," he admitted. "And genuine reservations about your standing here. But motive isn't the same as guilt, and I've known him long enough to trust his loyalty regardless of whatever tradition he's still working through."
Rowan's POVElara stayed only three days before disappearing as suddenly as she had arrived, leaving behind a portrait she had carried with her, a careful painting of a woman she claimed was Mira's mother, promising to return once she had gathered proof considerably more concrete than her own word and a family resemblance.She left it propped against Mira's door the final morning, wrapped carefully in cloth, and by the time either of us thought to properly examine it, she had already vanished from Blackwood's grounds entirely, no trace of her passage beyond the note she left explaining her sudden departure. Something has found my trail. I cannot risk leading it here. I will return when it is safe.We unwrapped the portrait together that evening, and I watched Mira's breath catch at the sight of a woman whose features mirrored her own with unsettling precision, gentler somehow, softer around the eyes than the fierce resolve Mira herself carried, but unmistakably the same bloodline.Two
Rowan's POVWe sent word to the Moon Court that same afternoon, a carefully worded message describing Mira's new ability without revealing too many specific details, in case the letter somehow fell into the wrong hands during transit. Lyra arrived within hours of receiving our own separate summons, her expression grim the moment she understood exactly what we had discovered."This changes things considerably," she said, pacing my study with obvious agitation. "If Mira can sense the other heir, that connection works both directions eventually. Whoever is hunting them will likely sense her reaching toward that connection too, once it strengthens enough.""How much time do we have before that becomes a genuine risk?" I asked."I don't know precisely. Days, possibly. Weeks, if we're fortunate." Lyra's expression darkened further. "But given how quickly everything else has accelerated, I wouldn't count on considerable time working in our favor."The conversation continued late into the eve
Mira's POVWe started early, before most of the pack house had properly woken, Rowan leading me toward a private section of the training grounds he had cleared specifically for this purpose."We're going to work slowly," he said, settling into the particular focused instructor's tone I remembered from those early awareness lessons months ago. "Understanding your limits properly, rather than pushing you toward another collapse.""I appreciate the caution.""You nearly gave me a heart attack at Thornhollow," he said, something wry entering his voice despite the underlying seriousness. "I'd prefer not to repeat that experience."We began with something simple, testing the healing ability against minor injuries Rowan had prepared, small cuts he inflicted on his own forearm with careful precision, allowing me to practice controlling exactly how much energy each healing actually required."Try healing it only partway," he suggested. "Understanding whether you can control the intensity, rath
Rowan's POVElias found me on the training grounds two mornings later, his expression carrying none of his usual easy humor, and I understood immediately, watching him approach with quick, purposeful strides, that whatever news he carried mattered considerably more than routine patrol reports."We found something," he said without preamble."The scarred man?""Not him directly. But we found where he'd been staying, before Thornhollow." Elias held out a small leather satchel, its contents apparently gathered from wherever the search party had located it. "Abandoned camp, roughly two days' ride northeast. Whoever used it left quickly, but not carefully enough."I opened the satchel and found a collection of hurried notes, maps marked with routes I did not immediately recognize, and several vials of a dark, unfamiliar substance that made my instincts sharpen the moment I properly examined them."What is this?" I asked, holding up one of the vials."We don't know yet. Wren's healer counte
Mira's POVI found the watchtower entirely by accident, climbing a narrow staircase near the pack house's northern wall while searching for somewhere quiet to think, and discovered Rowan already there, leaning against the stone railing, watching the last light fade from the horizon."I didn't know this existed," I said, stepping out onto the small platform."Not many people come up here," he said, glancing back at me with something warm settling into his expression. "It's usually just me, when I need somewhere quiet enough to actually think properly."I joined him at the railing, the view stretching out considerably farther than I expected, Blackwood's entire territory visible in the fading evening light, forests and fields and the distant, winding river we had once discussed during that first honest carriage ride together."It's beautiful," I said."It is." He was quiet for a moment, something thoughtful settling into his expression. "I've been thinking about our conversation. About







