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Celeste POVThe maps told a cleaner story than memory ever could.I leaned over the table, tracing the thin blue line of the river with my finger, following how it curved through Silver Ridge territory before dipping just slightly into Blood Moon land where the mineral deposits had been marked. Whoever had drafted the original boundary lines decades ago had done so without anticipating how nature would shift over time. The river had moved. The land had changed. And now two packs were arguing over who owned what the water had slowly uncovered.Kharl stood across from me, his hands resting on the table’s edge, his attention focused where mine was. For several long minutes, neither of us spoke. The quiet was not uncomfortable. It was analytical. Functional.“This is a natural shift,” I said finally, breaking the silence without looking up. “Not an invasion of territory.”Kharl nodded once. “The minerals were originally on our side. The river erosion exposed them on theirs.”“Which means

Ryan POVRyan did not intend to follow her.But something about the way Janet had walked away earlier stayed with him—not the movement itself, but the carefulness of it. The way she seemed to measure each step as if the floor might react if she misjudged it. It was the kind of behavior he had seen before, though rarely in council halls like this.He told himself he was simply learning the layout of the corridors when his feet carried him in the direction she had gone.The council complex was a maze of stone passages and smaller meeting chambers, designed deliberately to prevent large groups from moving easily together. Conversations often slipped into these side corridors, away from prying ears, away from formal posture.Ryan slowed when he heard voices ahead.One was low and controlled.The other was Janet’s.“…you embarrassed me.”Ryan stopped instantly, pressing himself lightly against the wall just before the corner. The voices were not loud, but in the quiet of the stone passage

Ryan POVRyan did not make a plan.He simply adjusted his steps.The council complex had a rhythm to it—delegations moving in predictable patterns between halls, dining chambers, and meeting rooms. Once you observed it long enough, you could almost predict who would pass where and when. Ryan had always been good at reading movement. Reading intention through space.Janet was easy to map.She stayed close to the walls. Never at the center of a group. Never at the front of a conversation. Always just behind whoever she was meant to follow, like a shadow that had learned not to outpace its owner.The first time Ryan “ran into” her after overhearing the argument with her father, it was near the water fountain in the eastern corridor.She was standing alone again, staring into the basin as if the moving water required more attention than the people around her. Her shawl was pulled high, but Ryan noticed how her shoulders were slightly less rigid than before. Still tense. But not locked.He

Ryan POVRyan knew something was different the moment he saw her.Janet wasn’t standing by the wall today.She was sitting on one of the low benches near the eastern courtyard, hands clasped tightly together, staring straight ahead without seeing anything. The shawl still wrapped around her shoulders, but it looked heavier now, like it was weighing her down instead of hiding her.She didn’t notice him at first.Ryan slowed his steps, studying her carefully before approaching. Her breathing was shallow. Her eyes were glassy in a way that had nothing to do with tears and everything to do with exhaustion.“Janet,” he said gently.She flinched slightly, then looked up.The moment her eyes found his, something cracked.Not loudly. Not visibly. But enough that Ryan felt it in his chest like a thread pulling tight between them.“Can we… talk?” she asked.Her voice was different. Less guarded. More fragile.Ryan nodded immediately. “Of course.”He led her away from the open corridors toward a

Ryan POVRyan knew the exact moment it happened.Not because there was lightning. Not because his heart raced or the world tilted. It was quieter than that. More dangerous in its certainty.Janet was standing beside him near the western garden path, watching a pair of delegates argue in low voices across the courtyard. She had started to seek him out now—not boldly, not obviously, but with small adjustments in her movements that placed her where he happened to be. Or maybe where she knew he would be.Her shawl hung looser today.Her shoulders were still cautious, but no longer locked into that defensive curve he had first noticed. She had begun to lift her eyes when she spoke. Begun to breathe more freely when she stood near him.Ryan noticed every change.And his wolf noticed more.He had felt it growing for days now—that quiet awareness, that pull toward her that had nothing to do with curiosity or sympathy. His wolf had been restless, alert in a way that had nothing to do with thre