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Jacob POV I left the clearing right after Faye shifted back to her human form. She looked shaken, with her eyes still wide from whatever her wolf had felt watching her. The prickle she described stayed in my head the whole walk back to the tent. Faye kept the baby close, rocking her gently while Mira talked about Lunette’s warnings. I didn’t say much. I just watched Faye’s face—how her shoulders stayed tight, and how her fingers never stopped moving over the baby’s back. She was trying to stay calm for everyone, but I could see the fear underneath. My side still hurt when I walked too fast, but the pain didn’t matter right now. Faye did. The baby did. The pack did. I waited until Faye sat down with the little one to feed her. Mira was already pulling out the journal again, ready for another short training round later. Lara stayed close, keeping watch. Faye looked up at me. “Where are you going?” she asked quietly. “Kitchens,” I said. “I’m going to check the water. The food. Anyth

Jacob pov The tent was quiet except for the baby’s soft breathing and Faye’s slow, even breaths beside me. I watched them both for a minute—Faye’s face relaxed in sleep, and the little one curled against her chest. My side still ached when I moved, but the pain felt smaller today. I had to be ready. Tonight Faye would stand in the moonlight circle. She would shift in front of the whole pack. Thorn’s people were waiting for that moment and I wasn’t going to let them win. I slipped out of the tent without waking them. The air felt cool and sharp from the dew that covered the grass. I walked to the hidden spot behind the pack house—a small clearing between thick pines where no one usually went. Leo waited there already. Three other guards stood with him—quiet men I trusted. One carried a short blade at his hip. Another had a bow slung across his back. They all looked serious. Leo nodded when he saw me. “You’re early.” “Couldn’t sleep,” I said. “Let’s go over it again. Faye’s shift is

Faye pov The sun was almost gone when the assembly started. The pack stood in a big circle on the open ground. Torches burned all around the edges, and the moon rose slowly and bright above us. The elders stood on the north side. Harlan raised his hands and everyone went quiet. I waited at the eastern path with Jacob right beside me. My heart beat so hard it hurt my throat. Umfa moved inside me, restless and growling low. She wanted out. The warning burn under my skin had turned into a constant fire that served as a signal that danger was close. And I felt it with every breath I took. I held Lunette’s journal tight against my chest, and the bracelet on my wrist glowed a little. The baby was back in the tent with Lara and more guards. She was safe. But my mind kept going to her. What if the blade Robin warned about missed me and hit her instead? What if I didn’t make it through tonight? What if she grew up without me? Jacob squeezed my hand once. His touch helped me stay steady. Ha

Faye POV Jacob helped me walk back to the tent as my side hurt with every step that I took. Blood soaked through my dress and ran down my leg. The pain I felt made my vision blur. But I kept moving as I needed to see the baby. I needed to hold her. Jacob’s arm stayed strong around me. He didn’t complain about his own wound. His shirt was wet with fresh blood too. We didn’t speak. We just walked.We reached the tent, and Lara stood outside. Her face went pale when she saw me.“You’re bleeding a lot,” she said. “Come inside. Now.”I pushed past the flap. The baby lay in her nest of furs. Sleeping. Safe. The moment I saw her, my legs gave out. I dropped to my knees and pulled her into my arms. She stirred, made a small sound and I held her close as tears began to come out fast, hot, and silent at first. Then shaking sobs that hurt my ribs.“I’m sorry,” I whispered against her hair. “I’m so sorry. I brought this danger to you. I should have kept you safe. I should have stopped him sooner

Faye’s POV I did not sleep that night. The burn inside me would not let me. It pulsed under my skin like something alive, hard and steady, and every time it beat, my side throbbed where the blade had cut me. The bandage was damp again. I could feel the blood seeping through, slow but constant. My body felt hot and cold at the same time. My head ached and my chest felt tight. My daughter slept beside me on the blankets, wrapped carefully and warm. Her tiny breaths were soft and even. I watched her chest rise and fall again and again because I was afraid to look away. Thorn’s voice kept repeating in my head. The curse will need her blood. I tried to tell myself he only wanted to scare me, but the fire inside me felt too real. Umfa paced inside my mind, restless and angry. She pushed against me, wanting to take control. And I could feel her claws scraping at the edge of my control. Let me out, she growled. We fight it. “No,” I whispered under my breath. “Not yet.” If I shifted, I d