The days following their return to Draven Keep blurred into a tense, uneasy rhythm. Kael buried himself in the duties of kingship. He held long councils with his generals, strengthened the border defenses, and reviewed every report about Varak’s movements. The victory at the Rift Pass had bought them time, but everyone knew the war was far from over. Kael gave orders in a voice like winter steel and avoided the east wing as much as possible.Riven remained in the chambers assigned to him. The guards outside his door were a constant reminder of his uncertain status. Not quite prisoner, not quite guest. Kael told himself it was for Riven’s safety as much as the pack’s. The truth sat heavier in his chest every night.On the fifth night, Kael could no longer stay away. He dismissed the guards and entered Riven’s chambers without knocking. The room was dimly lit by a single brazier. Riven stood near the window, looking out at the moonlit mountains. His torso was still bandaged, but he stoo
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