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Dawn on day five found me dressed and ready before anyone else in the house had woken. Erin braided my hair in silence, her hands steady despite the tightness around her eyes, a small quiet ritual of solidarity that meant more than either of us said out loud.The party set out shortly after. Turner rode beside me the whole way without speaking, and his silence carried its own weight, a presence that didn't need words to say what it meant.The neutral ground was a wide clearing, witnesses from both packs gathered at its edges. Jordan arrived not long after we did, and the contempt on his face when he looked at me hadn't changed one degree since the night he'd rejected me in front of the whole Silverclan pack. His expression sharpened into something uglier when he noticed Turner at my side.Mira stood among his party in chains, eyes down, a fresh bruise darkening her jaw. Something cold and clarifying settled through me at the sight of her—whatever complicated feeling I still carried fo

Jordan didn't wait for the deadline. He struck a full day early, before dawn, throwing everything he had at both fronts at once.Chelsea was in position at the intelligence post with Victoria when the eastern alarm sounded, earlier than any projection had prepared us for. I gave the order over the warrior channel the moment I heard it. "All positions, now."The sounds of combat reached me almost immediately after—close, heavy, worse than the scouts' estimates had led us to expect. I was already moving toward the eastern front myself when the gate took its first real hit.Chelsea's POV"Hold position," Victoria said, her voice tight. "Our role is—"An explosion tore through the eastern gate before she could finish. A breach."I'm going," I said."Chelsea—""Send a runner to Turner," I said, already moving. "Tell him the eastern gate is breached."I shifted as I ran, my white wolf blazing out into the grey light of dawn, and as I passed the Merisa cave, only two hundred meters from wher

I felt it before I understood what it was—cold, searching, reaching toward the place where the bond used to sit in my chest. Not Jordan. Something worse, something invasive, probing at a wound that had already closed and finding it anyway.I identified it almost instantly. Someone was trying to reach the bond's location, even severed, and I was moving before I'd consciously decided to, my wolf answering the threat before my mind had fully caught up. The Merisa's pulse seemed to follow my direction on instinct, as though it understood the danger as clearly as I did.At the western treeline, I found Gregory fighting three guards alone, winning but barely, his rib injury slowing him in ways I could see even from a distance. I hit the guards from behind before they registered me coming, my Lunara combat style scattering their formation the same way it had at the eastern gate.I reached the scholars a moment later. Two of them saw my white wolf bearing down and ran without hesitation. The

Chapter Forty-TwoThey carried Turner to the healing room on a stretcher, though he spent most of the walk insisting he could manage it himself. Nobody listened. Not the warriors carrying him, not Erin walking briskly alongside, not even Victoria, who appeared in the doorway just long enough to confirm he was breathing before she disappeared again to manage whatever remained of the battlefield's aftermath.Erin took command of the room the moment they set him down, her voice calm and absolute in a way I hadn't fully appreciated until I watched her wield it under real pressure. She ordered supplies, positioned the other healers, cut away the ruined fabric at Turner's shoulder with quick, economical movements that gave nothing away about how serious the wound underneath actually was.I stood at the wall, out of the way, still covered in blood that wasn't only mine—Turner's, the goon's, some I couldn't even place anymore—and made no move to leave."You can wait outside," Erin said, glanc

Gregory and I reached the eastern treeline with just enough darkness left to cover our approach, and from the cover of the trees I got my first look at the rendezvous point. Jordan stood at the secondary entrance with Erin beside him, her hands bound, unharmed but visibly terrified, four guards positioned around them both. Jordan's wolf was present under his skin but not shifted—he was playing this as a diplomatic exchange, at least for now, and I understood that meant he still wanted something from the encounter beyond simple violence."I go alone from here," I told Gregory quietly. "You stay at range. If it turns, you'll see it before I do."He didn't like it. He didn't argue either, not with Erin standing bound in the clearing ahead of us. He nodded once and melted back into the treeline, and I stepped out into the open with my hands visible, walking toward Jordan the way I'd agreed to in the note, letting him believe I was complying."Alone," Jordan said, satisfaction thick in his