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Commander Rourke’s POVPain dragged me back to consciousness.Again.A sharp throb pulsed behind my eyes, somehow worse than before. My skull felt like someone had driven a spike straight through it, and every heartbeat sent another wave of agony crashing through my temples. My mouth was dry enough to crack, and my shoulders screamed from being forced into the same position for what had to be hours… or days.I had no idea anymore.There was no sunlight beneath Aurelia’s deepest dungeon.No windows.No sense of time.Only darkness, cold stone, and the slow drip of water echoing somewhere beyond the bars.I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.How long had I been here?A day?Two?Longer?Seraphine had made sure I couldn’t tell.That realization settled heavily in my chest.She hadn’t simply imprisoned me.She had erased time itself.I shifted, immediately regretting it as the iron shackles bit into my wrists. The skin beneath them had long since rubbed raw. Every movement sent fre

Alpha Richard’s POV Lucian’s room was the only place in Star Pack where time had stopped. I had forbidden anyone from touching it after his death. Not the servants. Not the cleaners. Not even my closest advisors who believed keeping a dead wolf’s belongings untouched was a weakness. They were wrong. Weakness was forgetting. Weakness was pretending losing my son was something I could simply accept and move beyond. I refused to do either. His cloak still hung over the chair near the window, exactly where he had thrown it after returning from training one evening. His maps remained spread across his desk, covered in his handwriting and battle strategies he would never have the chance to use. The sword he carried since his eighteenth birthday rested against the wall, polished and ready despite the fact its owner would never pick it up again. Everyone else had moved on. They had returned to their duties. They had returned to their families. They had returned to pretending Star Pac

Amber’s POVThe horn ripped through my sleep.I jerked upright before I was even fully awake, my pulse hammering as another blast rolled across the forest.Long.Low.Ancient.The sound seemed to vibrate through the floorboards beneath me.For one terrifying second, I thought I was back inside Star Pack’s estate.Back inside those suffocating stone walls.Back where every horn meant Richard was summoning someone to kneel.I sucked in a shaky breath and looked around the dim cabin instead.The little healer’s lodge.The fire had burned down to glowing embers, leaving the room washed in pale gray morning light filtering through cracks in the shutters.My blanket slid from my shoulders as I swung my feet onto the floor.Another horn answered in the distance.Then another.Not close.Not yet.But close enough that every tiny hair on the back of my neck stood up.Across the room, Rowan groaned in his sleep.I crossed to him immediately.The fever had finally broken sometime before dawn, le