LEAH DECKERThere was a fireplace at every corner that crackled against the stone walls of Tombstone’s western watchtower as I stood beside Marten overlooking the cliffs below the kingdom. The cold northern wind swept through my hair violently, yet tonight the air did not feel freezing. It felt tense.Like something unseen was breathing down our necks. I folded my arms across my chest and turned toward him. “Why did you lie to them?”Marten looked down at the courtyard below where warriors trained beneath torchlight. Swords clashed. Wolves growled. Orders echoed through the night.He did not answer immediately.“That coalition,” I continued, my voice firmer now. “Why did you tell them my name was Aria and not Leah?”His jaw tightened slightly.“You know why.”“No,” I snapped. “I don’t.”Finally, he looked at me.His eyes were calmer these days. Less savage. Less haunted. But beneath them still lived the same dangerous Alpha who could tear apart an army without blinking.“It was to conf
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