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My boots struck the stone corridor in long and urgent strides. My wolf was clawing at my ribs, agitated, hyper-vigilant, and demanding to be near her for some reason. Every instinct I possessed—the very same instincts that had kept me alive through fifteen years of pack war—was screaming that something catastrophic had just happened right under my nose.I bypassed the East Wing entirely.Instead, I carried her up the main staircase, past the second landing, and straight into my private quarters in the West Wing — a boundary I had explicitly forbidden her from ever crossing.I pushed the heavy doors open with my shoulder and walked inside. The master bedroom was vast and dim, illuminated only by the dying embers in the hearth. I crossed the room and laid her down gently on the massive four-poster bed, her ivory-and-silver gown spilling over the dark navy-blue covers.For a long moment, I simply stood over her, my chest heaved slightly, and my hands rested on my hips as I star

I spent the rest of the morning locked away in the deepest corner of the Manor library.It was quiet here, and the air was thick with the smell of old parchment, leather bindings, and centuries of dust. I dragged three separate volumes of territorial maps and historical battle logs onto a heavy oak table near the back window, my fingers trembling slightly as I turned the fragile, yellowed pages.I needed proof. I needed something real to tell me I hadn't completely lost my mind.For hours, my eyes scanned down the faded topographical records of the eastern frontier until finally, I found exactly what I was looking for: Blood Eclipse Ridge.I stopped, my heart hammering against my ribs as I read the entry. There was an old ink sketch embedded in the margin—a sharp, rocky ridge crowned by the ruined stone archway of an ancient watchtower. It was surrounded by dense pine forests and steep, muddy drop-offs.The exact layout from my dream.Every detail matched perfectly — the a

I watched from the high arched window of my room as the dust kicked up behind their horses.Dominic rode at the absolute front of the squad, his broad shoulders squared, his dark cloak snapping against the cold morning wind as they galloped through the gates toward the eastern frontier. I pressed my forehead against the freezing glass, my fingers digging into the stone sill until my nails turned white.'He didn't listen,' I thought, as my heart began hammering behind my ribs. 'I stood in his study, baring my soul, and he treated it like a fairy tale.'Now he was riding straight into a bloody execution.Panic clawed violently at my chest, but underneath it was something infinitely worse: complete, crushing helplessness. In this massive stone fortress, I was nobody. I had no rank, no authority, and no army to command. I couldn't ride out after twenty trained warriors and demand they turn back. I couldn't make the Elders listen to an orphan rogue who hadn't even shifted yet.

A lantern flickered into view, illuminating Sarah’s pale, tear-streaked face on the other side of the bars. Gideon stood directly behind her, a ring of iron keys clinking in his large hand as he worked the lock.The door swung open, and Sarah dropped to her knees right in the dirt, gathering me into her arms before I could even stand."Goddess, look at you," she sobbed, her hands trembling as she touched the bruise forming on my shoulder, checking my pale face, my shivering frame. "What have they done to you?""I didn't do it, Sarah," I choked out, my voice raspy from hours of silence, tears finally spilling over my lashes as I held onto her. "I swear to you on my life, I didn't kill Dominic.""I know, my dear, I know," she wept, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "But please... you have to tell me the truth. Why were you in his study that night? What happened between you two?"I looked into her warm silver eyes—the same eyes Dominic had—and the last wall inside me completely

The air didn't just vibrate—it broke.​One second I was bracing for the cold bite of steel against my neck, and the next, a suffocating wave of powerful aura slammed through the clearing. ​The executioner’s broadsword flew from his grip, clattering uselessly against the frost-bitten grass. The guards guarding the perimeter dropped to their knees, gasping for air they suddenly couldn't reach, and even Jarek stumbled back a step as the pressure hit us all. ​I squeezed my eyes shut, my chest heaving against the scorched fabric of my gown, my heart hammering so hard against my ribs I thought it might burst. ​I didn't open them until the roaring started, it was a deep, feral sound. A beast tore straight through the fog at the edge of the treeline. Golden-grey fur matted with frost, eyes burning with a molten, furious amber, it cleared the distance between the trees and the execution post in two terrifying strides. Then threw its massive weight straight into the executione