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"The diplomatic mission—""Can burn to the ground for all I care," he says with fierce conviction. "There will always be another crisis, another negotiation, another political emergency that supposedly can't wait. But there's only one you, only one us, only one chance to protect what matters most."
Sage (The night of Elara and Dom's party)The private royal chambers are finally quiet after days of crisis, celebration, and family chaos.I stand at the window overlooking the palace gardens, my violet eyes distant as I process everything that's happened—the revelation about my sister, the final b
"It’s such a gift to live in a world where nobody has to choose between love and duty," I observe, echoing conversations we've had countless times over the years. “I just wish someone would have told our younger selves eight years ago.”"Same." Elara leans back against my chest with the kind of trus
Five years laterI'm standing in the doorway of our family library, watching my wife read bedtime stories to our three children, and wondering how I got lucky enough to deserve this life.Seraphina, now seven, sits primly beside her mother with a leather-bound book of prophecies in her lap, occasion
Representatives from six different kingdoms step forward to report on the success of the magical partnership programs we've helped establish. Young couples who've learned to integrate their abilities rather than compete with them. Healing centers where traditional and supernatural medicine work toge
Two years later"Mama, the lights are dancing again!"I look up from the correspondence I'm reviewing to find my daughter, Seraphina, standing in the doorway of my study with her violet eyes bright with wonder and her tiny hands extended toward magical currents that are invisible to most people but
Sage I scan the gathering crowd again, my heart sinking when I still don't see Alaric. The mate bond pulses with his pain and guilt, but when I reach for him, I hit solid walls. He's gotten better at blocking me these past days, each barrier higher and colder than the last."My King will be here sh
Sage The packhouse buzzes with activity as the first visiting packs arrive. From my window, I watch carriages and wolves in travel form stream through the gates, far more than attended the last disastrous affair. Each arrival brings new scents, new politics, new potential allies or enemies.“We are
Sage The healing wing buzzes with activity as visiting healers watch me demonstrate techniques for treating mutant wolf wounds. Even with Cassius's presence casting a shadow over the gathering, I refuse to shrink from my duties."The silver-leaf mixture is key," I explain, showing them proper propo
Sage My heart pounds with every shadow as I make my way to Alaric's quarters. Even at midnight, the packhouse isn't completely quiet - visiting wolves everywhere make sneaking around much more complicated.“You smell of desire,” Aura teases. “Anyone with a nose will know where you're going.”“Not h







