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SANDRA’S POV The council chamber reeked of sweat-soaked wool and the metallic bite of fear. I felt it crawl across my skin the second I strode through the doors as every head bowed, every averted gaze feeding the fire already burning low in my belly. They thought silence would save them, oh they were wrong.I didn’t sit. I stood at the head of the long oak table, with palms flat against the wood, and my nails tapping sharply and deliberately on the wood. The sound cracked through the room like a whip.Elder Kael remained standing. The only one that dared to dare me like he was untouchable. He straightened his spine, kept his eyes on mine, and planted his cane like he intended to root himself there until the stones cracked. I hated him for it, I hated the calm certainty in his weathered face. I hated that my poisons hadn’t touched him yet, my accidents hadn’t landed, my whispered orders to loyal blades had somehow missed their mark every single time.The rest of them shifted, coughed,

MORRIS’ POV “Sharon.”Her name left my mouth like a prayer and a plea at the same time. I knelt beside the low cot in the shaman’s hut, one hand cradling the back of her neck, the other pressed flat over her heart. Her skin was clammy, pulse thready under my fingers, but there, steady enough to keep me breathing and hoping for a miracle. “Sharon—please—come back—” I called out in almost despair. The shaman, an old woman with silver braids and eyes like polished obsidian, stood at the foot of the cot, smoke curling from the bundle of sage she waved in slow circles. She’d been chanting low for hours. I hadn’t understood the words. I hadn’t cared. All I cared about was the moment Sharon’s body stopped jerking and her eyes finally focused on mine. She sucked in a sharp breath now, chest heaving like she’d broken the surface of deep water. Sweat plastered dark strands to her forehead. Her fingers clawed at my wrist, nails biting skin.“I’m here,” I said, voice rough. “I’m right here.”

MORRIS’ POV The night air bit cold against my neck as I stood on the stone porch with Kelly. Moonlight carved harsh shadows across the gravel drive. We kept our voices low, backs to the house so the windows wouldn’t catch the glow of Kelly’s cigarette. “I figured out who wants Luna Sharon and the kids dead,” Kelly said, exhaling smoke sideways. “It’s Sandra Dusks. About a few days ago she met with Darius and made an offer to him with everything she has. Her reason? She wants Luna Sharon and the children dead to avoid future claims to the throne.” My jaw locked so hard my teeth ached. “Are you sure about this?”“Yes, Alpha. One of the spies I had asked to survey the Rogue Nation reported the situation to me. He said it’s no news in the Rogue Nation that Darius had signed a deal with the Alpha of Jordan Pack, Sandra Dusks.”I stared at the dark tree line. “Any word from Rowan?”Kelly flicked ash. “Yes, Alpha. He’s her second hit. She offered him the same deal to kill Luna Sharon and

MORRIS’ POVI slipped out from under Sharon’s arm the second her breathing evened out. She curled tighter into the pillow, murmuring something soft I couldn’t catch. I paused long enough to pull the blanket higher over her shoulder, then moved.The hallway swallowed sound. My boots made no noise on the runner. I cracked the nursery door—Daenerys’s fist still knotted in Daemon’s shirt, both of them dead to the world. I watched their chests rise and fall for ten heartbeats, then eased the latch shut.Kelly was already at the far end of the corridor, shadow leaning against stone, arms folded. He straightened the instant he saw my face.“Talk to me,” I said.“Eastern ridge still clean. But the quiet’s wrong.” He jerked his chin toward the window. Moonlight sliced the glass in silver bars. “I sent Tobin and Reese out an hour back. There has been no signal yet.”I felt the muscle jump in my jaw. “Rowan?”“Ghost. The last drop was three hours ago. Either he’s hiding or he’s trying to play us

SHARON’S POVI stood at the nursery window long after Morris and his riders disappeared into the smoke-hazed dawn. The twins still slept, small chests lifting and falling in perfect rhythm. I watched them until my eyes burned, then forced myself to turn away.The keep felt too quiet now. Every footstep echoed, every door creak sounded like an intruder. I moved through the halls on autopilot, checking locks, touching the hilts of hidden blades, counting guards until the numbers blurred.Garrick found me in the great hall. He carried a folded parchment sealed with black wax—no crest, just a crude slash that looked like Rowan’s old mark.“The runner just dropped this at the postern,” he said. “No face. No words. Gone before we could blink.”I broke the seal with my thumbnail. The paper inside was rough, torn from something larger. Scrawled in haste:The bridge was a trap. Darius knew we were coming, Rowan sold the route. Kelly’s alive—barely. They took him north to the old quarry. If you