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Ronan's POV“You shouldn’t be speaking to your father like this, Ronan,”Jennifer said sharply, her voice trembling but firm enough to push through the tension in the room. “Even if he has committed mistakes in the past, he is still your father, and he is still the one who built the foundation you are standing on. That throne you are so quick to defend did not appear from nowhere.”I let out a cold laugh without turning to look at her fully.“And now a mistress is trying to lecture me,” I said flatly.The room seemed to freeze again.Jennifer stiffened immediately, as if the word itself had struck her harder than any physical blow. Her eyes widened slightly, disbelief flashing across her face before anger quickly followed.“Did you just call me a mistress?” she asked, her voice rising.I finally turned my gaze toward her. Ready to face her viper.“Isn’t that what you are?” I replied without hesitation.A sharp silence followed.Her chest rose and fell quickly as she stared at me, as

Bella’s POVThe days after the dinner returned to something dangerously close to normal.Not peaceful. Not comfortable. Just… quiet in a way that felt temporary, like the pack itself was holding its breath and waiting for something else to happen.I told myself that was better. Quiet meant fewer accusations. Fewer eyes following me. Fewer reasons to be dragged into Clara’s schemes or anyone else’s judgment.Draven had been absent most of the time.I heard whispers about it even when I wasn’t trying to listen. Issues at the borders. Outside faction rogue disturbances. Something about movements that required his personal attention. The Alpha’s presence was no longer fixed in the pack the way it had been when I first arrived, and that absence created a strange space that I didn’t know how to feel about.It should have made things easier.It didn’t.Because without him around, I noticed everything else more clearly.The way servants no longer spoke loudly when I passed them. The way thei

Draven’s POVThe moment Ronan spoke again, I already knew the direction he wanted to drag this into.He never knew when to stop turning emotions into warfare.The council chamber was still vibrating with tension from my last response when he stepped forward again, his posture sharpened with that familiar arrogance of someone who believed numbers alone defined victory.“If this is what it has come to,” Ronan said loudly, making sure every elder heard him, “then let us end it properly.”A few council members shifted at that immediately.I watched him without reaction.Thor moved slightly beside me, but I did not look at him. I already knew what he was going to say before he spoke.“This is not a battlefield negotiation,” he murmured under his breath. “He is trying to drag you into open war terms.”Ronan continued anyway, feeding off the attention in the room.“If Draven believes he can protect what he stole from me,” he said sharply, “then let him prove it. Let us go to war. No council

Draven’s POVThe road back to the training grounds was unusually quiet.Too quiet.Even the wind seemed careful, like it had learned not to interfere with whatever tension followed me home.Thor rode slightly behind me, his posture still stiff from our earlier conversation. Neither of us had spoken for a while. That silence was not peace. It was the kind of silence that came when both men knew too many things were moving at once, none of them in our favor.My rider wolf moved steadily beneath me, cutting through the terrain with controlled precision.Still, something felt wrong.Not loud enough to be obvious.Not sharp enough to be named.But present.I slowed slightly.Thor noticed immediately.“You feel it too,” he said quietly.I did not answer, because at that exact moment the air changed.The world around us seemed to lose detail, as if something had swallowed the natural rhythm of the forest ahead. Even the usual scent markers that marked pack territory boundaries were missing.

Bella’s POVI finished packing in silence, moving through the room as though every item I touched belonged to someone else and not me.There was no urgency in my actions anymore, only a steady, controlled acceptance of what I had already decided.I folded the last of my clothes carefully, placed them into the small bag I owned, and sat still for a moment afterward, as if stillness could convince me that nothing inside me would change if I stayed there long enough.But it didn’t work.Nothing stayed still anymore. Not my thoughts, and certainly not the reason I was doing this.Draven was unconscious because of what was happening around him—because of Ronan’s actions, because of the council’s interference.And because everything that seemed to spiral around him somehow circled back to me no matter how much I tried to step away from it.I had seen what happened when he stood between me and danger. I had seen what it cost him. And I could no longer pretend my presence in his life was harm