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"Lardon, your tongue is being awfully formal with my ears," Draven says, and his deep voice sounds real cool, almost teasing—it is hard for my brain to tell if his beast is mocking my male status or not.I look straight down at the spirit painting sitting on my desk and let his small comment slide away. Instead, my mouth asks, "Your tongue said your hands would send me digital photos of Vesper Vale’s copy—the small details of the canvas brush. My inbox has seen zero files from your slate. Did your memory forget the data?""No."Draven sounds completely indifferent about the files.My brain does not understand his short answer, but I keep my tone real calm. "If your claws have a free minute, could your fingers send them over to my slate?""Lardon, my wolf would do anything for your body. But not this task. My claws cannot promise that data to your hand." His refusal sounds real heavy and final—leaving zero room for my tongue to argue with his alpha status.My brow turns down with a rea

LARDON VEXLEY POV"Get your fingers away from that weapon, Lardon!" Mireya Duskrell yells, and her high voice sounds super mean and loud in the big war room. "Do you think this Wraithfang Recon Unit is a basic forest toy? Your paws cannot just touch our top warrior gear without a special pass from the high council. This flying machine is the result of many winters of hard work by our pack scholars.""My wolf was just looking at the steel wing," I say right back, and my face stays completely calm as all the high pack leaders turn their eyes to stare down at my male body.Mireya clenches her teeth, her gold eyes flashing with a real bad temper.Ronzek Hale steps up right beside her, and his face looks super dark and angry like a warrior ready to fight. "This is completely unbelievable. Did the border guards not tell your ears the rules when your boots arrived at the gate? Everything inside the Shadowpine Lunar Institute is strictly for observation unless your fingers have a special alph

Still, her mouth will not push the matter. When her heart desires it, Draven Calder will make the arrangements for her status. What wolf in this entire forest would ever say no to the supreme leader?Mireya composes her frame and stops asking questions. She looks up at Draven, meeting his gold eyes across the wide table, the two of them looking completely lost in their own little world.My male body stands directly opposite their space, impossible for their eyes to miss. Yet my gaze simply looks away toward the door, completely unbothered.Lucien, Tavros, and the other alphas take Thalia’s short answer in stride. For top-tier genius minds under the moon, a touch of pure arrogance is only natural."This hall is just one tiny piece of the testing park," Thalia announces to the group. "There are two more campus sectors for your boots to see. Once our tracks are finished, my tongue will share the high policy directions for the coming winter. Your packs might find the data super enlighteni

LARDON VEXLEY POV"Stop your fists, Aziel!" I shout out fast, but my male tongue can barely get the words out into the cold air.My fingers are still pressed hard against my aching lower stomach. I lift my chin up in total confusion, my boots shaking on the stones.Lucien Mordane stands right there with his lip split wide open and bleeding onto his shirt, his face looking super dark and angry under his messy hair.Across from our boots, Aziel Crowbane's dark eyes flash with a real cold temper, his sharp warrior features twisted into a mean sneer. Without a single word of warning, his big arm lunges forward and grabs Lucien straight by the collar of his coat. "What the hell are your paws doing with my brother? Do your eyes have any idea who this boy is to our line? Or does your beast just not care about pack law?"Lucien has never been shamed like this inside the village before. His gay heart snaps, and his fist flies right back to hit Aziel’s face."Show some respect to my name and Mr

LARDON VEXLEY POV"Your fingers never put on the silver wedding band anymore, Lardon," Lady Seraph Kain says real sharply, her old eyes locking straight onto my slender, bare male hands as we sit by the hot food.Draven Calder glances sideways at the sound of her question, his gold eyes flicking down to watch my skin.I answer real calmly, "The metal just gets in the way of my work at the weapon forge."The real truth was, when my fingers mailed Draven the broken mate papers, my paws had put the silver wedding ring right inside the leather envelope. My mind had zero idea what his big claws had done with the silver—maybe his hands had handed it off to Ronzek Hale to throw into the river, for all my wolf knew.Honestly, ever since our mating sun, my male body had been the only one to wear a silver band in the village. Draven had never once put his ring on his fur, always presenting his frame to the other packs as a single, free alpha.My spirit had been performing this one-wolf show for