تسجيل الدخول(Daciana POV)Gonzalo’s blood was still warm on my dress when the sacred field became a place where every wolf looked at every shadow.Conri held his captain’s body like a king holding the ruins of his own trust, and nobody dared tell him to let go.The black bone marrow had torn through Gonzalo’s throat before he could name the spy sleeping beside my door.Not Rieka.Not someone else.Not enough truth.Only one unfinished word had survived inside the blood between us.Not.That word could save Rieka.That word could accuse someone worse.That word could be another trap waiting for my tired heart to choose the wrong enemy.Bardolph stood beside me, one hand still half-raised from pulling me away from the second arrow.For one heartbeat, I had let him touch me because death had been faster than pride.Now the place where his fingers had gripped my arm burned, not with pain, but with the terrible memory of safety.I stepped away from him slowly.He released me at once.That mattered.I
(Daciana POV)The unborn child’s heartbeat echoed across the sacred field, and every wolf stood frozen beneath the weight of Otsana’s warning.Once.Twice.Three times.Each beat sounded too small to carry two kingdoms, yet every pulse made Blackfang and Northridge wolves step farther apart.I watched fear move through them like fire through dry grass, fast, hungry, and ready to burn whoever stood closest.Blackfang stared at Ashina’s stomach with horror because the woman they had almost crowned again now carried a child that could enslave them.Northridge stared at Gonzalo with broken trust because their king’s most loyal captain had become part of the weapon aimed at them.And everyone stared at me like my blood had become the door, the key, and the battlefield all at once.I wanted to scream at them to stop looking at me.I wanted to tear the moon from the sky and demand why my life kept becoming sacred whenever someone needed a knife.Instead, I stood in servant brown, with blood
(Daciana POV)The ground beneath the sacred circle opened with a sound like old bones cracking, and red light bled through the silver dust.Gonzalo’s blood crawled toward my feet like a living snake, carrying the unborn child’s heartbeat inside every dark red line.Ashina screamed again, but this time the sound was not victory, rage, or performance made beautiful for frightened wolves.It was pain.Real pain.The kind that stripped masks from faces and left only the terrified person underneath.Her black feather crown burned above her head, yet the fire did not consume it, because the ritual fed from suffering instead of wood.Adolphus stood behind her with both hands lifted toward the moon, smiling like a priest blessing a grave he had dug himself.“Begin,” he whispered, and the word moved through the field like a command older than any Alpha voice.The moonlight changed.It was no longer silver.It turned pale red, then black at the edges, as if the night itself had begun to bleed.
(Daciana POV)Gonzalo knelt beneath the moonlight with every wolf staring at him, and the black feather over his heart burned through his armor.For one long moment, nobody spoke, because betrayal looked different when it wore the face of a man everyone had trusted.Conri stood frozen beside me, his sword still half-raised, his silver eyes fixed on the captain who had guarded his life for years.I had seen Conri angry before, cold before, dangerous before, but I had never seen him look truly wounded until that moment.Gonzalo had stood beside him in war, carried his orders, protected Northridge gates, and smiled like loyalty had lived inside his bones.Now the moon had shown Ashina’s unborn child tied to him, and every oath he had ever spoken trembled beneath that silver truth.Ashina stood inside the sacred circle with one hand over her stomach, crying and laughing softly like even she feared what had been revealed.Adolphus watched us all with a smile that made the night feel older,
(Daciana POV)Otsana’s words stayed in the courtyard after Ashina escaped, colder than the smoke and heavier than the broken stones beneath my feet.Adolphus did not need Ashina’s child.He needed me.The thought crawled under my skin like a hidden blade, because my life had become the missing piece in too many dead men’s plans.Blackfang wolves stood around me in silence, no longer kneeling to Ashina but not brave enough to look fully at me either.They had bowed to the maid who stole my place, believed her tears, chanted her name, and called her the mother of their future.Now they stared at me as if my survival could forgive what their fear had helped destroy.It could not.I looked at the burned black feathers hanging above the courtyard and felt my old mate mark pulse beneath my collar.Bardolph felt it too.I knew because his hand moved toward his own chest before he forced it back to his side.That small restraint should not have mattered.It did.I hated what it did.Conri sto
(Daciana POV)Blackfang knelt before Ashina like fear had become a king, and every black feather above us glowed with stolen obedience.I stood in the courtyard wearing servant brown, watching the pack that once rejected me bow to the woman who had destroyed us all.Ashina’s hand rested on her stomach, and her smile carried the cruel peace of someone who had found the perfect shield.A child.Nothing divided wolves faster than a child claimed beneath pack law, especially when the mother stood wounded, beautiful, and publicly wronged.Bardolph stood beside me, pale and silent, and the living bond between us trembled with shame I did not want to feel.His shame entered me anyway, hot and ugly, reminding me that his mistake had grown teeth inside another woman’s mouth.I wanted to hate him cleanly.I wanted the sight of Ashina’s hand on her stomach to kill every memory of loving him.But hatred was not clear when the bond still breathed, when his pain still found me, and when a pack’s fu







