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Kharl’s POVThe former healer did not want to see him.That alone told Kharl everything.The woman lived on the far edge of Blood Moon territory now, tucked away in a modest stone house that smelled of dried herbs and old smoke. She had retired quietly three years earlier, citing age and failing hands, though Kharl remembered her as steady and sharp-eyed. Reliable. Trusted. The kind of healer elders listened to when they wanted reassurance instead of truth.She froze when she saw him at her door.“My Alpha,” she said automatically, bowing—but the gesture was stiff, incomplete. Fear had already tightened her shoulders.“You left without ceremony,” Kharl said calmly. “That was unusual.”Her mouth opened, then closed. “I was tired.”Kharl stepped inside without waiting for invitation. He did not threaten. Did not raise his voice. He simply let the weight of his presence settle into the room like fog.“You were the attending healer during Celeste’s examinations,” he said.The woman flinch

Kharl’s POVKharl did not sleep again after the howl.Dawn found him seated at his desk, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles had gone white, eyes fixed on nothing. His wolf lay curled and restless beneath his skin, quiet now—but not calm. It was the kind of silence that followed injury, not healing.“Summon my Beta,” Kharl said at last.The order left his mouth flat, stripped of emotion, but it carried weight. Minutes later, the door opened and his Beta stepped inside, bowing low. The man had served him faithfully for years. He had seen Kharl at his most controlled. At his most ruthless. At his most victorious.He had never seen him like this.“You called for me, Alpha?”Kharl didn’t look up. “I want a search conducted,” he said. “Quietly. Outside our borders. No council knowledge. No Seer involvement.”The Beta stiffened slightly. “For what… or who?”Kharl lifted his gaze then, and the Beta felt it—something fractured behind the Alpha’s eyes. Something raw.“For Celeste.”The name

Kharl’s POVJust when Kharl was trying to calm himself, he received a mindlink directly from the Alpha KingThe summons arrived as a pulse of power rather than paper.Kharl felt it before he saw it—a ripple through the Alpha network, old and authoritative, impossible to ignore. The mark at the back of his neck burned faintly, not in warning, but recognition. He straightened slowly, breath steadying as the message resolved itself in his mind.Peace Council.Hosted by the Alpha King.Mandatory attendance.For the first time in days, Kharl welcomed the intrusion.Anything was better than the walls of Blood Moon Pack closing in on him. Better than Lydia’s eyes watching him for weakness. Better than Morwen’s voice threading fear through tradition. Better than the memories clawing at his chest every time his wolf stirred and whispered a name he could no longer silence.Celeste.Kharl exhaled sharply and moved to his desk, already shifting into command. Travel protocols. Guard selection. Tem

Celeste POVWe immediately began to prepare.Not the frantic kind that comes with fear, but the measured, deliberate movements of people who understood the weight of where they were going. Golden Sky Pack did not rush into politics. We armored ourselves with precision, with silence, with intent.Ryan oversaw everything personally.Officials moved through the palace halls with quiet efficiency, scrolls sealed, wards checked, travel formations finalized. Guards selected were not the loudest or the strongest, but the most observant. The ones who noticed patterns. The ones who listened more than they spoke. I watched it all from a distance at first, standing near the balcony doors as the morning light spilled across the stone floors.This time, I was not being escorted.I was being prepared.A tailor adjusted the final fold of my traveling cloak, fingers respectful, eyes lowered. The fabric was deep midnight blue, threaded subtly with silver runes of protection and authority. Not ceremoni