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61: A Queen is Born

GavenShe’s burning, but not in pain like other wolves do when they shift. She is silent, letting shift overtake her, like she is fully prepared to embrace what she is becoming. Fern’s fingers grip the front of my shirt as another tremor moves through her body. The second heartbeat Maelis detected is no longer faint. I can feel it through the bond now. It is steady and rising, answering something older than either of us.“The moon,” Maelis says quietly from behind me. “It’s almost at its peak; she must shift under the moon.”I don’t hesitate. I slide one arm beneath Fern’s knees, the other around her back, and lift her against my chest.She weighs nothing. It is a reminder of how precious she truly is. “Gaven,” she whispers, her voice thin but not afraid.“I’ve got you,” I tell her. “I won’t leave your side.” Riddick is pacing beneath my skin.‘Take her outside,’ he urges. ‘She was never meant to wake inside stone.’The corridor parts as I move. Wolves press back instinctively

62: Under the Same Moon

FernIsara does not arrive like a storm. Instead, she feels like a breath of fresh air. Like something that has always been there, waiting for me to notice that she existed. ‘Run,’ she says softly.The word isn’t urgent. It’s an invitation to be free for the first time in my life.Riddick stands beside me at the edge of the forest, moonlight casting an ethereal glow on his fur. The pack has finally dispersed after witnessing my shift, but the air still hums with what happened.With what I am.‘You don’t have to,’ his voice echoes in my mind.I feel content. ‘I want to.’That is the difference. I’m not being pushed. Not being claimed. Not being commanded.I choose to run with him.The moon feels closer tonight. The forest is wider. The earth is alive beneath Isara’s paws.I let go and let her have complete control.The world sharpens as I watch through her eyes.I smell pine sap and distant water. Hear insects beneath the soil. I feel the wind combing through her silver-white fur

63: Claiming my King

FernIsara pushes me forward, but I feel uneasy on my feet. I know she will guide me. She will tell me what to do, but that doesn’t make me any less nervous. Riddick’s presence brushes against her through the bond. I can feel his eagerness. He wants Isara to claim him. For me to claim Gaven the way that they have claimed us. Gaven steps closer to me, closing the distance between us.“Come with me.” He holds out his hand for me, and I lace my fingers with his, and he pulls me through the forest. “Gaven,” I whisper. “We are naked.” Glancing over his shoulder, he grins. “No one will come looking for us. Wesley will make sure of it.” Blush heats over my cheeks, but I let him lead me. We reach a clearing that has a pond in the center. The moon rests heavily above it, casting a glow onto the surface of the water. It is breathtaking, but my nerves are still bubbling at the surface. “I can feel you overthinking,” he says quietly.“I know.”There is no point in lying. Gaven

64: Mercy

GraceThe second surge is worse than the first. Instead of the sky splitting like when Gaven marked Fern, it settles into something peaceful. Somehow, that is worse. It is more terrifying than the blinding light. When word reaches the Vale Pack that Fern has finally shifted, and that Gaven now bears her mark as well, I feel something cold coil through my spine.She has a wolf. That is something that we thought she would never have. It was one of the things that made her expendable. Not only does she have a wolf, but Fern marked Gaven. According to our intel, they sealed it under the moon. It is everything I feared. Not because she is powerful, but because she is no longer fragile.Fragile things can be dismissed. Fragile things can be explained away.A Queen cannot be so easily tossed to the side. The councils are rattled. I know it from the constant phone calls disturbing my father at all hours of the day. The calls have shifted from annoyed to urgent. The other packs

65: The Discovery

GavenWesley doesn’t knock. He never does when it’s serious.I look up from the war table as he shuts the office door behind him. His jaw is tight, his eyes are darker than they’ve been in weeks.“What,” I say.He drops a folded stack of patrol charts onto my desk.“They’re not guessing,” he says flatly.I unfold the top page. It is filled with marked patrol routes, rotations, and reinforcement patterns. They are precise. Too precise.“They’re testing weak rotations before we change them,” Wesley continues. “And they’re shifting pressure exactly twelve hours after we move units.”My stomach goes cold.“That’s not observation,” I murmur.“No.”It’s information. Someone has been giving them information. I flip to the second page, and my jaw tightens as I read the page.“They referenced fallback contingencies,” Wesley says. “Only council-level knowledge would know those exist.”My fingers curl into the parchment.“Who has access?” I ask quietly.“Command,” Wesley says. “Senior gu

66: The Break

JustinI don’t stop running until the trees thin.The scent of Blackmoor fades behind me, replaced by damp Vale earth and the faint trace of river stone that marks the territorial divide.I cross the line without looking back. If I look back, I might hesitate. If I hesitate, I might return.I can’t go back. Not after the way Gaven looked at me. Not after the word he used.Betrayal.The forest swallows the sound of pursuit quickly. No one follows. They can’t without crossing into Vale territory and making this official.War.The word beats in time with my pulse. I didn’t start it. I was trying to prevent it. That’s what I tell myself as I slow, my lungs burning, and my hands shaking with leftover adrenaline.Gaven was going to confine me. His words repeat like a curse in my mind. “Pending investigation.”I know what that means. I have been a member of the Blackmoor Pack my whole life. Alpha Gaven is not kind. He isolates, interrogates, and then will push me into silence. H

67: The Mate

GraceI don’t hear him come in. That’s what unsettles me most.Vale’s strategy room is quiet at this hour. The lights are low, and the fire in the hearth creates eerie shadows on the walls. Maps are pinned open across the long table, and I am reviewing correspondence from Frostveil when the door closes behind me with a soft click.“Grace.”His voice still does something to me. It is annoyingly steady and gentle. Not a voice that should come from my mate. I don’t turn immediately, hoping that he will leave without me having to speak to him. When he doesn’t take the hint. I finally speak. “You shouldn’t be here,” I say, folding the parchment carefully.“I live here.”There is no accusation in his tone. That makes it worse. I finally turn to look at him.Eugene stands near the door, hands clasped loosely behind his back. He doesn’t look like a warrior. He never did. He has a lean frame and calm eyes. The kind of presence most wolves underestimate.A male Omega.The phrase once e

68: War Council

FernI have been in this room before. I have sat and listened to pack dynamics and patrol rotations, but this time the war room feels different today. It feels heavier. The long stone table in the center is covered in maps, tokens marking patrol routes, border points, and supply roads. Warriors stand along the walls, their voices low, tense, controlled.Something has changed. I feel it the moment I step through the door. Heads turn to look in my direction, but they aren’t the curious glances that I am used to receiving. These looks are sharp and focused. Some of them even look worried.Gaven stands at the head of the table beside Wesley. His shoulders are rigid, his posture carved from stone. Riddick stirs faintly in the back of my mind through the bond, restless and angry.The moment Gaven sees me, something soft flickers behind his eyes. Then it disappears as quickly as it appears.“Fern,” he says quietly.I walk toward him slowly, and the room falls silent.“What happened?”

69: No Mercy

GavenWar has a smell. It is the scent of metal, storm, and the slow tightening of wolves who know something irreversible is coming.The war room has not been empty since the council knelt. Not once. Scouts come and go. Messengers move between desks and maps. Armor scrapes stone floors as warriors cycle through patrol rotations.No one laughs. No one relaxes. Blackmoor is awake, and now the reports are starting to confirm what I already suspected.Wesley drops another stack of reports onto the table beside me.“They’re done testing,” he says.I don’t look up from the map. “I know.”He exhales slowly. “Eastmarch moved their outer patrols forward this morning.”A marker shifts across the map.“Frostveil’s caravans are no longer carrying supplies,” he continues. “They’re carrying weapons.”Another marker moves on the map. “And Vale?”Wesley hesitates. That alone tells me everything.“They’ve opened their southern armory.”My fingers tighten slightly on the table edge. “That’s n

70: The First Strike

GavenWar begins the way storms do. Not with thunder but with pressure.It builds slowly for days in the form of border disturbances, missing patrols, and scouts reporting unfamiliar scents lingering too long along the ridge. Nothing decisive. Nothing official, but every wolf in Blackmoor feels it.Riddick has been restless since dawn. ‘They’re coming,’ he murmurs inside my mind.“I know,” I mutter under my breath.The war table is covered in fresh reports when Wesley storms into my office without knocking. “They moved.”I look up immediately. “How many?”“Frostveil scouts crossed the northern ridge thirty minutes ago. Twenty wolves at least.”That isn’t a scouting party. That’s a test.“Where?”“Stonepass.”Of course, it is the narrowest entry point along our northern border.“They’re testing how fast we respond,” Wesley adds.I stand. “Then let’s give them an answer.”***The forest north of Blackmoor is quiet in the way battlefields often are before blood is spilled.Our warr

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