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Cassian's POVThe summit ended with an impossible vote just months earlier. The former Council organisation disestablished. Ended. Generations of tradition swept away with a show of hands by wolves of all ranks.A provisional ruling council succeeded it. Three Born alphas in charge of the change over. And beside them, elected representatives. Not just Alphas. Lunas. Betas. And an Omega woman who can add her soft voice to the discussion about what lowest ranked wolves want.It was revolutionary. Beautiful. Terrifying in its implications.Lyra and Draven were acquitted. Their revolutionary was called not criminal but necessary. The system was so broken that the most moral choice was tearing it down.The verdict was delivered as I watched from the stands. Watched Lyra collapse in relief. I watched Draven hold her as she sobbed. Witnessed thousands of wolves rejoicing in a future they could hardly conceive.This was the world she had struggled for. And it was more beautiful than I had eve

“She even mentioned something about a gala to help the brand.” “So my yapping paid off or…?”“That and one more reason why she's suspicious, one day you tell her about the business, next day she has a gala invite. Like the enthusiasm to just help. Doesn't that put you off?” Elise asked.Maybe this was just her over-thinking. Maybe her past has ruined her view on people, every nice person starts to look like a chameleon. But she was sure, so damn sure, something was wrong about that lady. It's almost glaring and she's getting itchy with how oblivious Maya seemed about it.“Or she's just…”“Say nice one more time and I'll pluck your teeth out.” She almost screamed. “I promise you if you ask for a car she'll get you one.”Maya sighed. “Okay fine, tell me about this gala. You're beginning to scare me with your observations. Little things scare me. So she invited us?”“Apparently. Hand me my bag.” She stretched her hand, pointing at the burgundy bag behind Maya.Maya turned around, grabb

Cassian's POVThe First Luna waved her hand and the invisible bubble surrounding the circle popped. I sensed it like a fluctuating barometric pressure. Suddenly we could move forward."Come," she said. "Both of you. Lyra has to hear the whole options with you, though. And you have to understand what every choice would involve. For all of you."Draven and I entered the circle. The roots of the Moon Tree glimmered underneath our feet. The air vibrated with power but felt welcoming, not menancing. Like stepping into a room that had been waiting for us.Lyra was on firm ground now. No longer floating. Her eyes were lucid and there. She had already listened to the early justifications. Out of the all started processing what was being offered.She looked at me first. Then at Draven. There flickered something across her face I couldn’t quite read. Determination mixed with uncertainty. Hope tangled with fear.“The First Luna has spoken of three roadways,” Lyra said. Her voice was calm but I c

Lyra's POVI felt it happening. Thread by thread, mate bond with Draven slowly unraveled. Not shattering viciously like Cassian's tether had. Not snapping clean. Just gently fading. Like a song ending. Like light dimming at sunset.I felt Draven’s panic through the remaining connection. And the feeling of his determination to cling on to a thing that was already escaping. My heart broke for him. For us.“Stop the ritual,” I said to First Luna. My voice came out harsh. Demanding. "Stop it now.""I cannot." She looked genuinely distressed. A primordial entity expressing genuine feeling. “One thousand half-breeds were birthed at once, and delaying the process of transferring would kill you. The metamorphosis has begun to devour your soul. Disrupting it now would rip you in two internally.”I had seconds. Maybe less. To make the choice. Finish the transformation, discard Draven and everything connected with him. Or perish here under the Moon Tree attempting to clutch at an essence that wa

Draven's POVWhile Cassian rode off to diplomacy and delicate negotiations with Alpha Brennan, I headed toward investigation. The Moon Tree drained power along its path through the forest. Not corporeal like tracks or broken limbs. Magical. Like tracking a scent except the scent was absence. Spaces where energy should have been running around but was no longer. Holes in the magical ecosystem where fullness should have been.I took a small team. Kade, since I trusted him with my life and needed that trust now. Three of my best trackers. Wolves who knew how to travel quietly through hostile land. Who knew that sometimes stealth was better than strength. That could read the forest like a book written in a long-forgotten language.We crept into the western woods, mere minutes before dawn, following a magical trail. It wound us through thicker and thicker woods. Away from pack settlements and designated territories. Away from the well-traveled paths. Into the wild spaces between civilizati