Evelyn's Pov: The next morning, Rowan showed up before sunrise, knocking on the cabin door like it owed him money. “Get up,” he said through the wood. “I found something that’ll make the elders choke.” “I don’t want to choke anyone,” I muttered, still half asleep. He laughed. “Not literally. Come on, you’ll see.” I followed him through wet grass and cold air until we reached the far edge of the pack’s land—the old Alpha garden. Lucien’s mother had tended it once. Now it was a ghost of itself: broken statues, weeds, and a cracked stone fountain that hadn’t sung in years. “Why are we here?” I asked. Rowan grinned. “Because the elders told the omegas to ‘restore the garden before the Alpha ceremony.’ Which means you, lucky you.” I rolled my eyes. “That’s not funny.” “It’s a little funny.” I knelt beside the fountain, brushing dirt off the stones. The air here felt strange—heavier, full of something that hummed under my skin. When I pulled away a vine, light spilled from bene
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