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51: WHAT DO YOU THINK HAPPENED TO HER?

Matthias's pov I called Aldric to the office before dawn.He arrived with the quiet efficiency of a man accustomed to being summoned at unusual hours for unusual reasons — no visible surprise, no questions before I had finished speaking, just the focused attention of someone who understood that the value of a good tracker was not only in what he found but in how cleanly he moved while finding it.I told him what I needed."Silverpine Pack," I said. "I want everything about Lyra's history there — her position, her relationship with the healer named Oswin, the circumstances under which she lost her voice, and anything the Elders excluded from the official union documentation." I held his gaze. "You observe and gather. You do not confront anyone, you do not identify yourself as coming from this pack, and you do not move in a way that draws attention. Understood?""Understood," he said."You report directly to me. Not Ryder, not anyone else. Only me."He nodded once and I dismissed him a

52: DENNA.

Lyra's pov Vera cleared me on the third morning with the manner of someone issuing terms rather than granting permission — light work only, nothing that required sustained physical effort, meals at proper intervals without negotiation, and if she found me on my feet for more than four hours consecutively she would put me back in the cot herself and she wanted that clearly understood.I understood it clearly and went to the healing house and stood at the center table and felt the familiar smell of the place settle around me like something I had not known I was missing until it was back — herbs and clean linen and the particular warmth of a room that was always in use, always purposeful, always asking something useful of the people inside it.I had missed it more than I expected, which told me something about how thoroughly it had become mine.Mira and Cael arrived for the morning session and they were careful with me in the way people were careful with someone they had decided was tem

53: THEY REMOVED HER TONGUE SIR.

Matthias's pov Aldric knocked on the office door on the evening of the third day.I had been expecting him on the fifth, possibly the fourth if the information was accessible, and the earliness of his return told me something before he had said a word — that what he had found was not buried, not hidden beneath layers of deliberate concealment, but known at Silverpine in the way that things were known when they had happened publicly and been officially processed and were therefore considered resolved and safe to discuss in the right company.I told him to come in and closed the door behind him and did not send for Ryder.He sat in the chair across from my desk with the careful posture of a man who understood that what he was carrying was significant and was treating it accordingly, and I looked at him and said, "Tell me everything."He told me everything.He had gone into Silverpine territory through the southern trading corridor, which ran through unaffiliated land and required no pa

54: THE PACK'S.

Lyra's pov I was sitting on the herb garden bench when he came through the gate.The evening had settled around the healing house with the particular quiet of a place after everyone had gone — Vera finished for the day, the apprentices long dismissed, the last patient seen and sent home with instructions I had written out in my careful hand — and I had stayed because the mansion felt too enclosed tonight and the garden did not, and because I had been sitting with thoughts about Denna and the unfinished conversation and how to begin it, and sitting with those thoughts in the open air was more manageable than sitting with them in my room.I heard the footsteps on the path and looked up and it was Matthias.He came through the gate without the purposeful quality he usually carried — no patient to see, no operational reason, nothing that explained his presence here at this hour except the fact of him choosing to be here, and I understood from that alone that something had shifted in him

55: SHE DOES THINGS TO THE BOTH OF US.

Matthias's pov I was still in the office when the sky began to separate from the tree line.The lamp had burned low sometime around the third hour and I had replaced the candle without getting up, which told me something about the quality of the night's thinking — the kind that had too much material to work through and kept finding more before it finished with what it had, the kind that did not stop because you were tired but because you had arrived somewhere, and arriving somewhere was the only exit available.By the time the first light came through the window I had arrived somewhere.Three places, specifically.*You look terrible,* Knox said, which was his version of good morning.I know.*Did you sleep at all?*No.*Did you at least reach some conclusions?*Three, I said.He was quiet for a moment, and I could feel him assessing — not the words, the quality behind them, the specific texture of a decision made after a long night as opposed to a decision made in haste or anger. He

56: I THINK I'M FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM.

Lyra's pov It happened gradually and then all at once, the way I had come to understand most significant things happened — not in a single moment you could point to afterward and say: there, that was when, but in an accumulation of small things that built without announcement until one day the structure they had been building was simply standing there and you looked at it and understood it had been under construction for longer than you knew.Matthias started appearing.Not in the way he had appeared before — purposeful, directed, always with a patient to check on or an operational reason that explained his presence — but in a quieter way, a way that had no explanation except the one neither of us was saying out loud yet. He passed through the healing house in the mornings and always paused at my table for a moment, looking at what I was working on with the focused attention he brought to everything, saying something brief about the compound or the herb or the apprentice I was teachi

57: I'M GOING TO CLAIM HER.

Matthias's pov I was at the desk with the morning's correspondence when Knox started.Not with a question, not with the running commentary that had been his default register for thirty-seven years — just a steady, present awareness that sat at the edge of my consciousness like a wolf who had settled in a doorway and was not going anywhere and was not pretending to be doing anything except exactly what he was doing, which was waiting.I kept working.*The tea,* Knox said, after a while.I set the pen down.*You know exactly how she takes it,* he said. *The amount of honey. The temperature. The strength. You learned it without deciding to learn it, without making a project of it, without any conscious effort whatsoever — it simply entered you the way things enter you when you are paying attention to something because it matters to you rather than because it is your responsibility.* A pause. *That is not obligation, Matthias. That is not duty. That is not an Alpha attending appropriatel

58: SHE WOULD NOT HAVE WANTED THIS FOR YOU.

Matthias's pov I stood outside her door for longer than I had stood outside any door in recent memory, which was notable given that standing outside doors had become something of a pattern in the past weeks.The difference was that this time I knew exactly what I was about to say and had no uncertainty about the decision, only about the execution — about how to put it in front of her in a way that gave her a real choice rather than a frightened one, how to explain what I needed to do and why without making it something she felt she had to agree to, how to be someone she could trust with this when she had every historical reason to trust no one with anything that involved her body and what happened to it.I knocked.A moment, and then her voice — the knock she used on the nightstand when she was telling me to come in, two raps, which I had learned to read as clearly as speech, and I opened the door.She was at the desk with the private notepad, which she closed when she saw me — not q

59: SILAS.

Lyra's pov After he left I sat at the desk and put my hand to my neck and stayed very still.The room had resettled into its ordinary quiet — the lamp burning, the sounds of the mansion in its evening routine, the patrol at the wall — and everything looked exactly as it had looked before he knocked on the door, and nothing was the same, and I sat at the desk and took that in without trying to arrange it into anything manageable yet.The first thing I established, sitting in the quiet with my hand at my neck, was that I was not afraid.I turned that over carefully, the way I turned important things, feeling its edges, checking it for the places where it might be performance or wishful thinking or the careful construction of a woman who had learned to tell herself she was fine so many times that the telling had become indistinguishable from the truth. But it held. It held in the way that true things held when you pressed on them — not giving, not shifting, just there, solid and certain

60: WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO TELL HER?

Matthias's pov The letter arrived with the morning correspondence, unremarkable in its envelope, the Council of Northern Territories seal on the wax — the quarterly gathering of neighboring Alphas and their mates, hosted this cycle at the Harrow Pack's neutral ground, three weeks from the date of writing.I read it twice and set it on the desk and looked at it.I had not attended the previous two gatherings. The first because Elise and the boy had been dead for four months and the idea of walking into a room full of Alphas and their living mates and their ordinary unbroken lives had been something I was not prepared to do and did not do. The second because a year later I was still not prepared and had calculated, correctly, that my absence would be interpreted as grief and therefore forgiven. The third time would not be forgiven. The third time would be interpreted as something else — instability, weakness, an Alpha who had lost his footing and was no longer worth the political inves

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