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Morning TeethThe car pulled out of the gate at seven forty-two.The driver had both hands on the wheel and his eyes on the road and no interest in the four people sitting behind him, which was the only thing about the morning that was uncomplicated.Nobody talked.Zaren had taken the window seat before anyone else had finished getting in. His back against the door, one knee up, earpiece in both ears. His eyes were open in the specific way that meant nothing outside his head was going to reach him — pointed at the middle distance, at nothing, at whatever private frequency he'd tuned everything else out for. His face had the stillness of a man who had decided the world could run without his participation for a while and was confident it would manage.Sol had his phone out.Not scrolling, not reading anything — just holding it, the screen dimming and re-brightening every time he touched it, which he did every twenty seconds out of reflex. Something to do with his hands. Something to loo

Chapter — The BallThe car pulled through the gate at six.Everyone out in sequence.Keal first. Then Sol. Zarian. Malik.Lior stepped out last.Her foot found the nail before she found the path.The scream that tore out of her was involuntary and complete — the specific sound of pain arriving before the brain finished processing it — and her leg buckled and she went down fast.Keal was already moving.Not thought. Not decision. His body registered the sound before it finished leaving her and he crossed the space between them in seconds — both hands finding her — before she hit the ground fully.Everyone else froze.Amara. Lucian. Rachel. Dimitri.All of them reading the same thing on Keal's face simultaneously.Panic.Undisguised. Unmanaged. Sitting right on the surface of him with no door in front of it."What is your problem." His voice came out hard. Laced with something that was reaching for anger and not quite arriving there. "Can't you watch where you're going."He looked at he

Chapter — GrassThe napkin was soaked through. Useless.Sol's fingers wouldn't let go of it anyway.Zarian crouched in front of him. Close. Too close — the kind of close that used to mean something, that Sol's body still hadn't learned to stop hoping meant something. Cedar. Cold air off his skin. That low thread underneath it that Sol had never been able to name and never stopped chasing."I don't do mate."Flat. No inflection at all."Or love."Sol's chest caved in around the words like they'd been aimed."I told you that already."Zarian's thumb came up. Dragged under Sol's eye. Rough. Not gentle — never gentle — but his hand lingered half a second too long against Sol's cheek before he pulled it back, and that half second did something to Sol's pulse that the words hadn't.He hated that.Hated that even now, even after that, his body still leaned into the touch like it was starving."So stop crying here." Zarian's eyes were black in the dark. Unreadable. "Like a lost kitten."He st

Chapter — The ClickBy second period, everyone knew.Sol felt it before he understood it. The hallway had changed overnight. Heads turned a half-second too long. Voices dropped the moment he passed and rose again the moment he didn't. Phones angled wrong, screens tilted his way like nobody was pretending anymore.He opened the pack's private network and understood.#PackScandal. #NorthernAlliance. #ZarianClaimed.Eleven thousand views. Before first bell.Sol's stomach dropped straight through the floor. It wasn't the kiss that gutted him. It was the caption. Derek — had to be Derek — had written: Alpha's grandson caught claiming a mate while the northern alliance visit is days away. Guess loyalty runs thin in that house. Under it, a second clip. Keal and Lior against the wall. A different caption, uglier: Wasn't she supposed to be spoken for?Sol read that line four times before it landed.Spoken for.He didn't know what it meant. But the phrasing was deliberate. Aimed. Written by som

Chapter — Blood of the FatherThe chamber was warm despite the season — kept that way deliberately, warded, humming with old magic. On the table at its center, a heart beat. Slow. Steady. Alive in a body that no longer had one.Kang's heart.Mei stood over it the way she'd stood over that table every night for weeks, watching it pulse, willing it to mean something more than a promise unfulfilled. Her son. Her only son. Reduced to this — a heartbeat with nowhere to go."We're running out of time," she said. Flat. Not looking away from it. "We need Zarian's blood."Aurora leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, unhurried the way she was unhurried about everything."Patience is the key."Mei turned. For the first time in longer than either of them could remember, something in her voice cracked wide open."Patient." She said the word like it burned her mouth to form it. "We have been patient. Where has it gotten us. My grandson doesn't even know his own father exists — doesn't know Kang's bl