LOGIN"Say it plainly. Who else could this be."Caden's voice carried sharp across the pack office, every trace of composure stripped away since Seraphina had relayed Orion's fragmented memory an hour earlier. Rowan stood near the window, arms crossed, and Dene sat propped in a chair someone had carried over from the healing wing, refusing to stay in bed any longer than necessary."I don't know yet," Seraphina said. "That's the problem. Orion said the claimant doesn't even know herself.""That narrows very little," Rowan said grimly. "If the claim is bloodline based, and buried the way Isadora's connection was buried, half this academy could theoretically carry some distant thread back to Draven's Hollow or your father's line without knowing it.""Then we start with people who've actually had contact with Damian's faction," Caden said. "Everyone who's been targeted, threatened, or approached since this started. Isadora. Orion himself. Maren, even if she's no longer trusted.""Maren's confir
"Say that again."Orion's voice cracked slightly, and Seraphina set down the book she'd brought to read aloud, some habit they'd fallen into these past few days, low voices and ordinary stories filling the healing wing's quiet hours."Which part," she asked."The part where you said you're not going anywhere." His eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, unfocused, the way they'd been more often lately, some memory clearly working itself loose beneath the surface. "Say it again. I need to hear it while I try something.""I'm not going anywhere, Orion."He nodded slowly, jaw tight, and closed his eyes."There's a room," he said, voice dropping into something flat and distant. "Stone walls. No windows. I keep trying to remember it clearly, and it keeps sliding away the moment I try to hold it still.""You don't have to force it.""I want to force it." His hands had curled into the blanket, knuckles white. "I've spent two weeks letting my mind protect me from whatever happened in that room. I'm
Dene received them in her recovery room off the healing wing, propped upright against a stack of pillows, a thin bandage still wrapped across her temple, though her eyes had regained all their usual sharpness the moment Isadora set the folder down on the blanket beside her."You found something," Dene said, not a question, already reaching for the pages despite the healer's earlier instructions to rest completely."Something I don't fully understand," Isadora admitted, settling into the chair beside the bed while Seraphina took the other. "A marginal note, added to a Blackthorn marriage record from four generations back. It references witness standing, underlined twice. I think it connects to Draven's Hollow somehow, but I can't parse the old legal phrasing well enough to know what it actually means."Dene studied the page a long moment, her lips moving faintly as she worked through the archaic script, decades of practice clearly guiding her faster through the dense wording than eithe
Marcus stood at the pack office window when they arrived, still dressed in formal council attire despite the hour, his posture carrying none of the commanding certainty she remembered from their first meeting weeks ago. Something in the set of his shoulders looked almost tired, a man carrying more weight than his title usually allowed him to show."Thank you for coming," he said, turning as they entered. "I know my son has reservations about my involvement. I'm asking you to hear me out regardless."Seraphina glanced at Caden, who kept his expression carefully neutral despite the tension she could feel radiating off him, a remnant of their argument over accepting his father's help weeks earlier."I'm listening," she said, settling into the chair across from his desk. "That's not the same as agreeing to anything.""Understood." Marcus remained standing, something almost respectful in the small distance he kept between them. "I've spent the past week using connections I've held quietly
Morning came whether Seraphina had slept or not, and academy life didn't pause for revelations that had shaken her to the core hours earlier. She dragged herself into uniform, the collar still sitting slightly crooked no matter how many times she adjusted it, and made her way to Professor Wren's history seminar with Dene's words still echoing cold through her chest.The classroom felt strange after the vault, too bright, too ordinary, students filing in around her discussing exams and weekend plans as though the world hadn't just tilted sideways sometime after midnight."You look like you didn't sleep," Orion said, sliding into the seat beside her, still moving carefully from his own injuries but steadier every day."I didn't.""Bad night?""You could say that." She kept her voice low as Wren began taking attendance, old habit from months of sharing whispered asides in exactly this seat. "I'll tell you later. Somewhere that isn't a room a professor might overhear."Wren's voice droned
Rowan moved fast through the corridors, Seraphina close behind him, her wolf already restless with alarm beneath her skin. Isadora followed without being asked, the old folder still clutched tight against her chest."What happened," Seraphina asked, struggling to match his pace. "Start from the beginning.""Dene sent me a message two hours ago," Rowan said, not slowing. "Said she'd found something in the deeper archive stacks, something about the witness territories, something she wanted to verify before she brought it to either of us." His jaw was tight with barely restrained worry. "She was supposed to meet me an hour later. She never came.""Maybe she got absorbed in the research," Isadora offered. "You know how she gets.""I know how she gets when she's excited about a discovery. This wasn't that. Her message sounded frightened." Rowan's voice had gone grim. "I went to find her myself when she didn't show. Her office was empty. Lantern still lit. Papers scattered like she'd left i







