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The knock was heavy. Deliberate. Three sharp raps that echoed through the small suite like gunshots.Elena’s heart stopped. She pressed a hand over Maya’s mouth—gently, carefully—even though her daughter wasn’t making a single sound. Maya was shaking too hard to speak anyway. Her tiny body jerked with tremors, and silver light pulsed under her skin like a broken strobe light, flashing bright then dim, bright then dim. Every pulse made the room colder.The temperature had dropped so fast Elena could see her own breath in white puffs. Frost crawled across the windows in spiraling, twisting patterns that looked almost alive. The metal bedposts were already coated in a thin sheet of ice that cracked softly when Maya shifted. The blanket under her was stiff with frost too, like winter had crawled inside and decided to stay.Another knock. Harder this time. The door rattled in its frame.“Fuck,” Elena whispered, barely audible. This was it. Councilman Varen had followed the cold trail, or se

Elena’s fingers were numb from gripping the rag so tightly. She’d been scrubbing the same stubborn spot on the window for ten full minutes, pressing harder with every pass, but the frost refused to give. Regular ice would have softened under the warmth of her breath and the weak morning light seeping through the glass. This wasn’t regular ice. This was Maya’s ice—Silver Wolf ice—thin, glittering, and unnaturally stubborn. It clung to the pane like it had roots buried deep in the glass, a silent, shimmering accusation that something ancient and forbidden had woken up in this tiny room last night.She climbed higher on the wobbly wooden chair, balancing on her tiptoes until her calves burned. The chair legs scraped against the floor with every shift of her weight. Outside in the hallway, boots thudded—slow, deliberate steps. Council members on their morning rounds, robes swishing faintly, low voices murmuring questions she couldn’t quite catch. If even one of them paused, glanced through

The kitchen had gone silent except for the drip, drip, drip of greasy water falling from Elena's soaked clothes onto the tile floor. Each drop echoed louder than it should, like a clock counting down to something terrible. The pots on the stoves still hissed faintly, steam curling up in thin wisps that froze mid-air and drifted down as tiny ice crystals.Maya stood in the doorway. Small. Four years old. Wearing her favorite pajamas with cartoon wolves howling at a cartoon moon. Her bare feet were planted wide, like she was bracing against an invisible wind.But her eyes—Her eyes were wrong.The faint shimmer Elena had seen before—the one she'd tried to convince herself was just a trick of the light—was spreading. Consuming. The soft green Elena loved, the color of new leaves, disappeared completely. Replaced by liquid silver that filled her daughter's eyes from edge to edge. No pupils. No whites. Just pure, gleaming metal that seemed to glow from within, casting faint reflections on t

Elena barely had time to shove the journal under the mattress before the door opened.Varen entered first. He moved like someone who'd never been told no in his life—slow, deliberate, taking in every detail of the room with those sharp eyes.Behind him came a man Elena had never seen before. Tall. Thin. Wearing Council robes that looked too clean, like he bleached them daily. His hands were pale and skeletal, and he carried a black leather case.The High Healer.And behind him, because of course she wouldn't miss this, came Katerina. She swept in wearing a concerned expression that didn't reach her eyes."I'm so sorry, darling," she said to Xander, touching his arm. "But when I heard the Council was concerned about Maya's health, I insisted on being present. As your future Luna, I have a duty to the Pack's children."The words sounded caring. The look she shot Elena was pure venom."How kind of you," Elena said flatly.Varen ignored them both. His attention was on the bed where Maya la

"Fresh air," Xander had said. "It'll be good for her."Elena had stared at him. "You want to take the child who froze the kitchen and paralyzed a bully outside. Where people can see her.""I want to take my daughter to the training grounds for an hour." Xander had that look—the one that meant he'd already decided and was just waiting for her to catch up. "She can't spend her life locked in a room, Elena.""She could for a few more days—""She needs sunlight. She needs to run around. And we need people to see a normal kid doing normal things, not some ghost who hides in the West Wing and makes the building cold." He had a point. Elena just hated that he had a point. "We go for an hour. Garrett will shadow us. I'll be there the whole time."So that was how Elena found herself standing at the edge of the Pack's outer training grounds at ten in the morning, watching her daughter sprint across the grass like she hadn't been unconscious twenty-four hours ago.Kids, honestly.Maya had woken u