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Keiran’s POVThe Alpha Lounge felt too clean for a room that had seen fear. Someone had ordered the blood scrubbed from the floor before sunrise, but I could still smell it. Blood did not leave stone just because people wanted to pretend they were recovering. It sat under the polish. It clung to corners. It hid beneath the sharper scent of smoke, medicine, sweat, and fresh pine thrown into the hearth to make the room feel alive again. It did not work.Vandwood still felt wounded. I walked into the lounge with two warriors behind me and Maelin at my side, and the first thing I noticed was the silence. Not peace. Silence. The kind that came after screams had stopped but before people were brave enough to speak normally again. The kind that made every footstep sound like bad news.I stopped near the long table and turned towards the main doors.“They are late,” I said.Maelin folded her arms. “Prima wolves always arrive like the world is supposed to wait for them.”Her voice was dry, but

Keiran’s POVMaelin spoke quietly.“She held what none of you came to hold.”Astrid swallowed hard.“Elaine closed the barrier,” she said, almost to herself.“Yes,” I answered.“Singlehandedly?” she asked.The question came out soft but urgent. I knew what she was really asking. Was the myth true? Was Elaine truly that powerful? Was the woman they had shunned still the strongest thing their society had ever produced?“Yes,” I said. “Singlehandedly.”Odessa exhaled shakily.“Moon save us,” she whispered.Calista shot her a glare. Odessa did not seem to notice. Astrid took another step forward.“We heard stories.”Calista snapped, “Astrid.”But Astrid kept speaking, her eyes fixed on me.“We heard them growing up,” she said. “About Elaine’s sight. About what she could find in darkness. About how her visions were different from the rest. Some said she could see paths even elder Primas could not touch.”“Stories grow,” Calista said coldly.Odessa looked at her. “But not all stories are li

Nyra’s POVI still did not know what Seraphina was supposed to mean. The name itself had not stopped echoing inside me since it happened. It had settled in my chest like heat trapped under skin, too alive to ignore and too strange to understand. I had spent my whole life waiting for a wolf. Even when I stopped hoping properly, even when I told myself I was done expecting the Moon to remember me, some hidden part of me still believed that if anything ever answered inside me, it would be a wolf. Not this. Not a dragon. Even thinking the word made something uneasy twist through me. Dragon. It did not sound like belonging. It did not sound like pack. It did not sound like finally becoming normal. It sounded like another reason for people to look at me and find something wrong.I walked beside Ronan through the corridor towards the Alpha Lounge, with Elara on my other side, and every step felt wrong in my own body. Not painful. Not exactly. Just strange. Like something inside me had stretc

Nyra’s POVMy fingers stayed wrapped around the locket. The little metal edge pressed into my palm so hard it almost hurt, but I did not let go. I stood there with Calista’s words hanging in the room, signal blocker, and for one ugly second it felt like the floor had shifted under me. The Alpha Lounge was already tense before, but now the tension had changed. It had teeth. It had eyes. It felt like every person in the room had gone still around one thing I did not understand and somehow was wearing around my own neck.Calista’s face had sharpened with certainty, like she had finally found the piece she had been looking for since we walked in.“You do not even know what you are wearing, do you?” she asked.Astrid’s hand flew out and caught Calista by the wrist. Astrid did not speak. She only shook her head once, urgently, her face pale, her eyes full of warning. Do not do this. That was what it said. Do not say something you cannot take back.Calista looked at Astrid’s hand on her wris

Nyra’s POVThe room went so quiet after Calista said it that I could hear the fire shifting in the hearth. Not loud. Just a small crack under the silence, like even the flames knew better than to move too boldly with those words hanging in the air.They came for you. Not the people of Vandwood. They were just in the way.The accusation hit harder because some part of me had already feared it. I hated that. I hated that my mind had gone there the moment she pointed at the locket, the moment she named it something I had never heard before, the moment she looked at me like I was not a person standing in front of her but a problem finally given shape.My fingers stayed wrapped around the locket at my throat. The metal felt colder than it should have. My heart was beating too hard, not from fear alone, but from the awful possibility that her words might fit too neatly into things I had not wanted to examine. The creatures had come through. The barrier had torn. The attack had not felt rand