There are moments that divide a pack’s history into before and after.Silverveil had a few.The night Baylee crossed the border.The fall of Jade.The breaking of Bloodmoon in Collin’s chest.And now, the birth of Charlotte Hale.This wasn’t just “a pup was born.” Packs had pups all the time. Life went on.No.This was the night Silverveil drew a line that would not move.The night Collin Hale stood at his border with blood still under his nails from delivering his daughter and told the world: mine.The night something not-wolf answered from the trees and said: we’ll take her anyway.And the night the Moon itself seemed to wake in a newborn’s eyes.—Scene 1: The BorderThe south border of Silverveil was not grand.It wasn’t a stone wall or a trench moat or some Old World thing with spikes.It was a line of pines, scarred and tall, the ground worn where patrols ran so often a low trail had formed. The air hummed with ward-scent—sage, salt, Collin’s dominance, Liam’s steadiness, Melody
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