Se connecterCrystal's POV"Tell me about the coven," I said, before I could lose my nerve.The elder paused mid-motion, his hand halfway to the small book he always carried, and looked at me with the particular stillness that meant he was deciding how honest to be.We had just finished the evening session, my third of the new two-a-day rhythm, and my body carried the familiar settled ache that no longer worried me. The clearing had gone soft and gold around us, the sun low enough to paint long shadows across the grass without yet surrendering the sky to dark."Which part," he asked carefully."Any part," I said. "All of it, eventually. But tonight, whatever you think I am ready to hear."He considered that, lowering himself onto the same flat rock he favored, setting the book beside him unopened. I sat across from him, cross-legged on the still-warm ground, waiting."Your mother's coven was old," he said finally. "Older than most of the wolf packs that exist today, though witches do not measure t
Crystal's POVI found Stella in the linen room off the eastern corridor, the small overlooked space the pack used for storing bedding and towels, where she had apparently retreated to sort through a fresh delivery before the gathering later that week required every spare blanket the pack owned.I had simply found myself walking that direction after my evening session, the elder's words about my mother still settling somewhere quiet in my chest, and some part of me had wanted company that did not require explaining any of it."So," I said, dropping into the chair across from Stella with far more casualness than I actually felt, "Jordan."She did not even look up from the basket of linens she was sorting, though the tips of her ears went faintly pink. "What about him?""That is what I am asking you," I said. "What about him?""He is Kenneth's beta," she said, with the careful neutrality of someone reciting a fact rather than answering a question. "He is good at his job. He is loyal.""H
Crystal's POV"Tell me about the coven," I said, before I could lose my nerve.The elder paused mid-motion, his hand halfway to the small book he always carried, and looked at me with the particular stillness that meant he was deciding how honest to be.We had just finished the evening session, my third of the new two-a-day rhythm, and my body carried the familiar settled ache that no longer worried me. The clearing had gone soft and gold around us, the sun low enough to paint long shadows across the grass without yet surrendering the sky to dark."Which part," he asked carefully."Any part," I said. "All of it, eventually. But tonight, whatever you think I am ready to hear."He considered that, lowering himself onto the same flat rock he favored, setting the book beside him unopened. I sat across from him, cross-legged on the still-warm ground, waiting."Your mother's coven was old," he said finally. "Older than most of the wolf packs that exist today, though witches do not measure t
Crystal's POV"You frown when you concentrate," I said. "Did you know that."Kenneth glanced up from the report in front of him, one eyebrow lifting slightly. We were in the same library room as before, though this time I had not come looking for quiet. I had come looking for him, with no real excuse beyond restlessness and the fact that the second training session of the day had ended early and left me with nowhere useful to put the leftover energy."I was not aware that frowning was a crime," he said."It is not," I said. "It is just very serious. Constantly. Even when you are reading something boring, like that report you are holding right now, you frown like it personally offended you.""Border allocation reports are offensive," he said, deadpan. "They reported the need for three more patrol points on the northern boundary and have not explained why any of them require new construction instead of reassigning existing posts.""See," I said, gesturing at his face. "That exact expres
Crystal's POVI had not planned on walking with him.The evening had simply turned out that way, I had left the second training session of the day later than usual, and I had taken the longer path back toward the pack house instead of the direct one, mostly because the air outside was finally cooling after the heavy heat of the afternoon and I was not ready to be indoors yet.The elder's new pace was beginning to show its logic, even if I had argued against it only days before. Two shorter sessions left less wreckage than one long, frustrated one. My body ached differently now. I had grudgingly started to admit, somewhere in the back of my mind, that he had been right.Kenneth was already on that path when I reached it.He did not look surprised to see me, which made me wonder, briefly, whether he had taken the longer route home for the same unspoken reason I had."Long day," I said, falling into step beside him."They are mostly long days," he said, though there was no real complaint
Crystal's POVThe kitchen garden was not what I expected from a pack this size.I had imagined something practical and unremarkable, rows of vegetables tended out of necessity rather than care. Instead I found a sprawling, slightly overgrown plot behind the main kitchens, bordered by low stone walls, with herbs spilling untidily over their designated beds and a pair of fruit trees standing crooked and generous at the far end.Stella had asked if I wanted to help that morning, after my first training session, in the easy way she asked most things, like the answer did not matter much to her either way even though I suspected it did.I had said yes mostly because my body needed something that was not magic. Two sessions a day, even at the gentler pace the elder insisted on, had left a particular kind of restlessness in me that training itself never seemed to fully resolve. My hands wanted something simple to do. The morning was warm already, and the garden smelled like everything good I
Crystal's POV It happened three days after the first. I had been counting without meaning to. Three days. I was in the training room on the lower level of the pack house when it reached me. I had been there for almost an hour, running through basic movement forms on my own. And then it c
Crystal's POVThe elder moved our sessions to dusk.He did not offer a lengthy explanation. He simply told me the following evening and said that what I was working with responded differently after dark, and that I should eat before I came.I ate. I came. And the moment I stepped into the clearing
Crystal's POVJordan found me in the corridor outside the training room, which meant he had been looking for me.That alone told me what kind of conversation this was going to be.He was direct about it, I gave him that. He told me what had been said in the council meeting, not all of it, I could t
Kenneth's POVThe senior council met at midday.Eight people around a table, each of them having served in some capacity under my father and then under me, each of them with enough experience to understand that a vampire scout on the eastern boundary at two in the morning was not a routine report.







