He came on the third night of the new moon.I knew before the guards spoke. The spirit-web shuddered, a familiar thread—frayed, poisoned, but still pulsing—trembling at the edges of my territory. He had not eaten in days. The cold had bitten his fingers. The bond-sickness had hollowed his cheeks until he resembled a skull wrapped in greying skin."Alpha," my Beta said, eyes downcast. "There is a wolf at the eastern border. He claims... he claims you owe him audience."I sat by the fire, nursing the broth that kept my strength for the pup's final weeks. My belly had grown vast, heavy, undeniable. I had dressed in midnight blue—my own color, not the crimson of warning, not the white of mourning. My own."What does he offer for this audience?" I asked."Nothing." The Beta's lip curled. "He offers... himself. Says he will serve as slave, as beast of burden, as anything you command. Says he has carved your name into his flesh, hoping to restore what he destroyed."I set down my cup. The sou
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