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I found the drawing by accident, left on her desk while she’d stepped out to help with the evening meal. I hadn’t meant to look at it. But the shape caught my eye the moment I passed, and something about it stopped me cold.
I recognized it. I couldn’t place where from, not immediately, but the recognition sat there anyway, stubborn and certain.
I studied it without touching the paper, comparing the curves against every marking I could re
Kenna’s POVI couldn’t shake the name all morning.Moberly. It sat behind everything I did, following me through helping the servants, checking on the children still recovering from the full moon, refusing to let go no matter how hard I tried to focus on anything else.I finally caught Jace alone near his study.“Tell me what you found.”He hesitated, and that hesitation told me more than I wanted to know before he even opened his mouth. “An old pack,” he said f
Jace’s POVI found the drawing by accident, left on her desk while she’d stepped out to help with the evening meal. I hadn’t meant to look at it. But the shape caught my eye the moment I passed, and something about it stopped me cold.I recognized it. I couldn’t place where from, not immediately, but the recognition sat there anyway, stubborn and certain.I studied it without touching the paper, comparing the curves against every marking I could remember from the archives, the tree carving near the temple, the relic that had gone missing, the crest stitched into that dying guardian’s cloak. Close, maybe. Not quite the same arrangement.Kenna returned before I’d finished looking, and I straightened quickly, though not quickly enough to hide what I’d been doing.“You found it,” she said, more resigned than surprised.“I wasn’t searching for anything. It was on the desk.&rd
Kenna’s POVI woke before sunrise and stayed still for a long time, staring at the ceiling, trying to sort what I actually remembered from what my exhausted mind might have invented on its own.Most dreams faded the moment I woke, dissolving into fragments I could barely hold onto by the time I dressed. This one didn’t fade at all.I could still see the settlement clearly, wooden buildings, unfamiliar in their construction, nothing like the stone and timber of Babcock’s villages. The people running through the streets wore clothes cut differently from anything I’d ever seen, fabrics I couldn’t name, styles that felt like they belonged to a different time entirely. Their fear had been unmistakable, etched into every face, and beneath it something else, like they’d been waiting, searching the horizon for whatever finally arrived to destroy them.I sat up and tried to recall the symbol carved into that one building’s entrance. I knew I’d seen it before. I just couldn’t remember where.Th
Kenna’s POVI couldn’t outrun it anymore. Everywhere I turned, the same conversations trailed after me, the failed harvest, the withered garden, the wolves losing control, Jenna’s dreams that had somehow predicted every disaster before it happened. Nobody said my name to my face most of the time. They didn’t have to. I felt it in the way rooms went quiet when I entered, in the way eyes followed me and then quickly looked away.I kept working anyway, helping the healers, checking on the children, staying busy at Elaine’s side. I told myself that if I just kept moving, none of it would catch up to me.It caught up to me anyway.“You’ve barely said a word all morning,” Elaine said, pulling me aside once the kitchen had emptied. “Sit.”“I’m just tired.”“Kenna.” She said my name the way she used to when I was small, firm but not unkind. “Stop telling me you’re fine.”I opened my mouth to insist again, and something in me simply gave out instead. “I’m exhausted,” I admitted, my voice crac
Jace’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







