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Damien's POV Sienna's chest barely moved. Each breath came shorter than the last, and I'd stopped being able to tell how much time had passed since the hall. "Damien, you are going against the rules. You know the consequences." Morrigan's voice came out quiet and stripped down. I didn't turn around, and I didn't answer. I looked down at Sienna for a second, adjusted my hold, felt how cold she'd gone against my forearm, and walked. My boot hit stone. Another step. The air behind me tore open, force aimed at the center of my back, and every muscle in me locked. Nothing hit me. The room went silent. I turned. The noble lady stood between me and Morrigan, one hand raised, fingers spread. Morrigan's strike hung frozen between them. Her face had gone pale, her fingers clawing at nothing, her whole body straining against something she couldn't move. Behind her the hall had gone still. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved to help her. "Go." The noble lady didn't raise her voice. "You don't hav

Sienna's POV Two days had passed by the time light started meaning anything again, coming through a slit high in the wall in thin cold strips. Nobody had come to check on me, and no one had brought food or water. The stone floor had pulled whatever warmth my body carried out through my joints long ago. That was the only clock I had. I reached inward where Juvien used to be and found nothing, just absence, open and still. I sat with it and didn't push against it, my back against cold stone. I had spent my whole life with her voice as background noise, and now the quiet where she should have been sat heavier than anything she'd ever said. My father used to speak of blood-debts when I was small, bonds struck between packs long before either of us was born, debts that got paid one way or another whether you were ready or not. I hadn't paid attention the way I should have, too busy watching the river while he talked. Now every word came back, and I understood it the way you understand a

Sienna's POV My ribs still ached from the arena, but the pain became background noise the moment I saw him. Damien wasn't just unconscious. Gray stone had crept outward from his fingertips toward his jaw, and the cold coming off his skin drove straight through my palms the instant I touched him. His wolf was in there somewhere. I could feel it, barely, broken into pieces too small to find. "Damien." My voice barely made it past my own lips. I sat beside him and watched the stone claim more of him with every minute that passed. His breathing came shallow and uneven, each rise of his chest smaller than the last. I don't know how long I sat there. Long enough that my knees had gone stiff against the floor. Then the wolf mark on my forearm caught fire. White heat tore through the skin without warning. I grabbed my arm with both hands as a ring of pure light lifted away from the mark and hung in the stale air between us, pulsing in rhythm with something I couldn't tell was his h

Sienna's POV The moment Clara's finger pointed toward me, his gaze landed and stayed. My pulse spiked and my eyes dropped to the damp oil-streaked dirt at my feet before I'd decided to look away. Something in my gut went cold. Clara hadn't found me here by coincidence. She had been embedded long before I arrived, already trusted at Duke's side. The entire time I'd been counting enemies, I had been walking straight toward her. The red-haired girl trembled beside me and I held my face still, caught between the weight of Duke's presence and the useless need to do something for the only person who had shown me mercy since I crossed into Blood Moon territory. "Sienna. Look at you. You're shaking." Clara's voice drifted from several yards away, light and deliberately sharp, her heels marking each step against the metal dais in a slow, measured rhythm. Something sat wrong behind her eyes, hungry in a way that put me on edge. "I remember you having a much bigger mouth back at the pack,"

Damien's POV "Who are you?" My voice came out steady and heavy, but the air had changed entirely. It went thick and charged, pressure building against my eardrums until the only sound left was the slow, deliberate thud of my own heart. "Look where you are," the shadow replied. The voice didn't travel through air. It moved through bone, cold and grinding. My head spun, and the walls blurred into gray streaks at the edges. I pressed my nails into my scalp and gripped hard, and the floor dissolved under my boots without warning. Not falling. Simply elsewhere. I stood on an endless flat surface of dark, stagnant blood that didn't ripple or move. I reached for the pack link on instinct, searching for the familiar pull of the forest. Nothing came back. The mental map I always carried had gone completely blank. "What is this place?" My voice echoed back deeper than it should have, vibrating in my chest as if the space around me was made of stone. "This is your Lineage, Damien," the v