The ceremony location was the mansion's northern grounds.Not the archive chamber, not the rooftop, not any of the interior spaces. Ava's mother had walked the full property at sunset with her hands slightly raised and her eyes half-closed, reading the resonance the way you read weather — and she'd stopped here, on the grass forty feet from the treeline with the city at their backs and the dark forest ahead, and said:"Here."Ryder had looked at the open ground."Tactically—" he'd started."It has to be open sky," her mother had said. "The resonance requires it. The ceremony ground needs to be under air, not stone." She'd looked at him. "The perimeter is your domain. The ground is mine."He'd accepted this.The perimeter was considerable. Frost had reached fourteen packs in the two-hour window, which was two more than he'd promised and exactly the number of packs Ryder had needed without knowing he'd needed it. Wolves in a wide formation around the property, layered in three rings
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