(Delph’s POV)Sleep refuses to come.The halls of Bloodstone are quiet, but my head isn’t. Every sound, the drip of water from the roof, the low hum of the guards outside feels like it’s echoing her heartbeat.I’ve faced wars, hunted rogues through blizzards, survived blades meant for my throat.None of it ever felt this dangerous.She’s in the east wing, in the room that used to face the garden she loved.I told myself it was for her safety, but the truth is simpler.I needed her close.Draven, my wolf, paces inside me, restless.You smell them, he growls. Ours.I pinch the bridge of my nose. We don’t know that yet.We do.The truth burns in my chest. Those eyes, the boy’s quiet defiance, the girl’s curiosity mirrors mine. I’d seen enough of my own reflection to know when fate was mocking me.A knock cuts through the silence.“Enter,” I commanded.Corin steps in, rain dripping from his cloak. My Beta looks uneasy, which is never good.“The Council requests a private audience at dawn,
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