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Rhett’s POV The blood is gone from the stones by morning. Scrubbed clean so thoroughly it almost feels disrespectful as if the night never happened. As if Derek didn’t lie there, lifeless and bleeding, placed deliberately at the foot of my home like a warning I wasn’t meant to ignore. But I do. I see it every time I close my eyes. Even when I try not to think about it, it fills up my thoughts. Fills every void space in my head. I stand at the edge of the courtyard, hands clasped behind my back, staring at the exact place where his body was found. Guards move quietly around me, their steps cautious, voices low. The mansion feels unsettled now, like it knows something is wrong but doesn’t yet understand what. That’s the most dangerous stage. I inhale slowly. Knowing within myself that no one can know who Derek really was. Not yet. To the pack, he was a servant. Quiet and obedient. Forgettable enough to blend in, which was precisely why I chose him. And now he’s dead. Killed insi

Danielle’s POV The music in the background continues to play as everything shatters. One moment, laughter spills through the ballroom, glasses clinking, gowns brushing the perfectly polished floors, the pack alive and glowing under chandeliers, and the next, the doors slam open so violently that the sound slices straight through my chest. I turn instinctively, to find Elara being dragged into the ball. And gasps ripple around me like a wave crashing into the walls of the hall. Her dress, surprisingly torn at the hem, was stained with dirt on the silk that once gleamed. Her hair, usually immaculate, hangs loose around her shoulders, strands clinging to her damp cheeks. She looks nothing like the composed woman who smiled sweetly over dinner, who apologized a couple of days ago in soft tones, who pretended peace. This time, she looks feral. Two guards grip her arms tightly as she stumbles forward, heels scraping uselessly against the marble floor. Watching the scene in front

Danielle’s POV Dawn comes quietly hours later. Too quiet for a night that ripped our pack open for the first time in a really long time. I don’t sleep. I sit by the tall glass window in our chambers, knees drawn to my chest, watching the sky bleed slowly from black to deep indigo. The pack house is unusually still—no servants moving about, no guards changing shifts loudly, no laughter echoing through halls that once felt alive. Just silence. The kind that follows truth. Behind me, Rhett stands near the door, arms folded across his chest, his presence solid but heavy. He hasn’t said much since the court dispersed. He didn’t need to. Everything that mattered had already been spoken aloud where lies could no longer hide. “Elara leaves at first light,” he says finally. But without even glancing at me. I nod, even though my throat tightens. “I know.” He says and there comes a pause. “Do you want to come?” he asks quietly and that question surprises me. I turn slowly t

Rhett’s POV“Fine if you say so,” Devon responds from behind me, but I’m halfway through the door already ignoring him completely.The heavy oak groans as I pull it open, letting the corridor’s cooler air hit my face but it does nothing to ease the pressure lodged behind my eyes. The boardroom smells of old paper, iron, and restraint, too much talk, not enough clarity so I don’t look back. I mean if I do, Devon will read the unrest written plainly across my face, and I don’t have the patience to explain thoughts I can barely contain myself.My boots strike the stone floor with clipped finality as I walk away. Behind me, Devon sighs. I hear it. Of course I do. We’ve been walking side by side long enough for silence to speak louder than words. His footsteps follow a second later, unhurried, always the calmer one between us. Always the counterweight.We exit the building and step into the afternoon light. The sky hangs low above us, clouds heavy, as though the world itself is holding i

Rhett’s POVTHE NEXT DAYI stand by the tall windows of the council room, hands clasped behind my back as the late afternoon sun spills across the floor. The mansion, quiet in that rare, gentle way it only ever gets before evening when the pack exhales all at once, when the weight of being Alpha feels lighter for just a breath.“Send word to the elders,” I tell the guard stationed by the door. “All of them.”He bows and moves quickly. And I remain where I am, staring out at the rolling stretch of land that has been mine to protect for longer than I can remember. The borders right now are calm. The patrols have reported nothing out of place. No threats. No unrest. No whispers of rebellion or encroachment.And yet. Something in my chest tightens. Not dread exactly, but awareness. The kind that never truly leaves an Alpha.Minutes later, the room begins to fill as I’d instructed earlier.First comes Elder Rowan, his brown hair braided nea