Juliette’s POV:The land did not choose.That was the most terrifying part.It simply waited, silently suspended, like a blade held mid-fall.The wards along the southern boundary lay dormant, not shattered, not erased, but listening. Blackridge had never done something quite like this before. Atleast, not since I joined it. It had always responded instantly to threat, allegiance, and blood. Now, it just.. hesitated, as though weighing something older than command.Older than even Rowan.I stood between the stone marker and the treeline, my pulse hammering so loudly I was certain the pack, heck even the whole forest could probably hear it. The Heir’s presence pressed in from one side, cold, sharpened, absolute, his aura practically commanding the room. Whilst on the other side, the hidden brother lingered like a held breath, unreadable but undeniably present.Neither advanced.Neither retreated.The land trembled beneath my boots, but not in fear, in an emotion that felt quite a l
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