The silver light kept spreading, chasing the crimson back toward the portal in slow, relentless waves, and Caierre felt the power moving through his own body with a clarity that surprised him—not the cold, invasive pull the curse had used to reach for him earlier, but something warmer, steadier, born entirely from the point where his hand met Alvar's."Tell me what to do," Alvar said, breathless, his grip tightening around Caierre's fingers.Caierre closed his eyes, reaching inward for the quiet, careful voice he'd feared he'd lost forever.For several agonizing seconds, nothing answered.Then, faint but unmistakable, Fenrir's voice returned—weaker than it had ever sounded before, thinner, like something speaking from very far away, but clear enough to carry the words that mattered.*The first seal was never destroyed,* the wolf said. *It was divided, the night the ritual was made, between two bloodlines. The royal blood of Vaelor, and the Alpha blood that once stood beside it, protec
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