เข้าสู่ระบบJace’s POVThe council meeting turned tense before I’d even finished sitting down.“Jenna warned us,” Elder Whitmore said, leaning forward. “Wolves losing control, exactly as she described. How many more warnings must come true before this council acknowledges the pattern?”“The wolves showed no signs of instability before last night,” I said. “No illness, no aggression, nothing the healers noticed in their routine checks. What connects that to Kenna, exactly, beyond timing?”“Timing is the pattern, Alpha.”“Timing isn’t proof.” I kept my voice level despite the room’s mounting frustration with me. “A prediction coming true doesn’t tell us what caused the event. It only tells us someone guessed correctly, or someone already knew.”A few elders shifted uncomfortably at that. Nobody wanted to hear it framed that way, least of all when the entire pack had already decided where their fear belonged.“You’re the only one in this chamber still unwilling to see it,” Whitmore pressed.“I’m the
Kenna’s POVThe whole pack was already on edge before the moon even rose, the grain store collapsed and Jenna’s supposed warning was still fresh enough that fear hung over the estate like something you could touch.“They’re frightened of shadows now,” Elaine said, helping me settle blankets around the youngest of the children gathering in the main house. “Every strange sound gets tied to a curse before anyone bothers looking for an ordinary cause.”“I understand why,” I said. “I just wish it didn’t always seem to circle back to me.”“Jace won’t let anyone harm you.” She said it firmly, like she needed me to believe it as much as she needed to say it.“I’m not afraid of that.” I folded another blanket, needing something to do with my hands. “I can bear people disliking me. I’ve had practice. What frightens me is one more disaster turning that dislike into something worse.”“You’ve already proven who you are,” Elaine said. “Through everything they’ve thrown at you, you kept helping peop
Jenna’s POVI chose my first conversation carefully. Not the council, not anyone whose word would carry too much weight too quickly, just Mira, one of the elder healers, a woman already inclined to believe the worst about the strange things happening in this pack.“I probably shouldn’t say anything,” I told her, letting my voice tremble just enough. “I don’t want to frighten anyone over something that might mean nothing.”“What is it, dear?” She set down her mortar, giving me her full attention immediately, exactly as I’d expected.“I’ve been having dreams.” I looked down at my hands, twisting them together the way a genuinely frightened person might. “Dark ones. Crops dying, the land itself suffering. I keep telling myself it’s nothing, just fear finding its way into my sleep, but they feel so real, Mira. I don’t know what to do with that.”Her face had already gone pale. “The crops in your dream, do they look like what happened in the east?”“I don’t want to say more than I should.
Kenna’s POVI noticed it within days of the harvest trip. Jace was still kind, still stepped between me and every hostile whisper the pack threw my way, but something underneath it had changed. He spent longer hours in his study now, doors closed. He met privately with warriors, with council members, conversations that stopped the moment I entered a room instead of continuing the way they used to.“Is everything all right?” I asked him once, catching him in the corridor as he moved between meetings.“Fine,” he said, already distracted, already moving past me before I’d finished the question.It wasn’t unkindness. It was worse than that, it was far away, and I didn’t understand where it had come from.I didn’t know he’d found proof the disasters predated me. I didn’t know any of it. All I knew was that the man who’d laughed at my flowers beside a stream, who’d defended me in front of a garden full of accusing servants, now seemed to be somewhere else entirely whenever I looked at him.
Jace’s POVThe farmer’s claim wouldn’t leave me alone. If he was right, everything the pack had built against Kenna rested on nothing but timing, she became Luna, and shortly after, Babcock’s troubles began. It felt solid on the surface. But if those same troubles had existed before her coronation, the whole foundation cracked apart.I wasn’t willing to bring that to the council on secondhand memory alone. I needed proof.“I want every farming report from the last two years,” I told the archivist that evening. “Crop failures, unexplained losses, anything unusual, regardless of how minor it seemed at the time.”“That’s a great deal of paper, Alpha.”“Then I’ll need the evening.”The early reports told me nothing. Routine harvest numbers, weather notes, storage logs, the ordinary business of a pack feeding itself through changing seasons. I kept digging anyway, growing more frustrated with each unremarkable page, until I started finding vague references buried in the margins of otherwis
Kenna’s POVI was awake before sunrise, gathering whatever supplies could be spared, food, medicine, cloth, anything the affected families might need while they salvaged what remained.“They might not welcome you,” Elaine warned, watching me pack the last of the baskets. “After the garden. After everything the servants have been saying.”“I’m not going to abandon people who are suffering because some of them blame me for their bad luck.” I tied off the final basket. “If I let that stop me, I might as well let them decide who I am.”She didn’t argue further, though I caught the worry, still creasing her expression as I left with a small group of servants and guards, the wagon loaded heavier than usual.The damage was worse than I’d expected. Entire sections of farmland lay ruined, crops that should have been weeks from harvest now blackened and useless in the dirt. Farmers stood at the edges of their fields in a kind of silence I recognized, the particular stillness of people watching







