LUCEN'S POVI had never known the ocean to be a liar. When the tide rose, it revealed only what it wanted—sun‑kissed foam, drifting kelp, the occasional flash of a dolphin’s dorsal fin. But in the weeks since Eli vanished, the sea had become a silent conspirator, swallowing his scent, his heartbeat, his very existence.Every night I lay on the deck of the private cutter we’d hired, staring up at a sky that seemed to stare back, indifferent. My mind replayed Osen’s last words, the way his eyes had cut through the gloom, “We owe our conscience something.”I thought of the promise I all made when i first bound myself to the pack—protect the weak, hunt the strong, trust the pack. Somewhere along the way, I had broken that oath, and the weight of it pressed against my ribs like a stone.The ocean did not answer my vow. It only kept moving.Two weeks. Fourteen days since the night Eli slipped beneath the surface and vanished into black water. Fourteen days of waking before dawn and returnin
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