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"How?" I whispered. "How did they know what I would look like?"Veris stood beside me in the blue-green glow of the phosphorescent moss, her arms crossed and her amber-gold eyes fixed on the painting of the white wolf with three shadows. "The seers have been painting prophecies on these walls for two hundred years. The visions come in fragments. A flash of white fur. A battle on the snow. A face they've never seen." She pointed at my painted face, rendered in careful detail with pigments that had faded but never flaked. "Your face appeared fifty years ago. My grandmother painted it. She woke up one morning, walked into this chamber, and painted for three days straight. When she finished, she said the Moon-Wolf who would end the hiding had been shown to her. She said his name would be Caelum."I stepped closer to the wall. The painting was startlingly accurate. My ash-brown hair. My amber-gold eyes. The claiming marks on my throat. Even the way I stood, one hand on my belly, was captur

Two cries filled the room, one after the other, and the bond web sang so loudly I thought my heart would burst.The first cry was a fierce, angry wail that sliced through the midnight quiet. The second came a heartbeat later, higher and softer, a counterpoint to the first. I lay back against the pillows, drenched in sweat and shaking, and Archer lifted both twins into the lamplight with hands that were steady despite the tears streaming down his face."A boy and a girl," Archer said, and his voice cracked on every word. "Caelum, you did it. They're perfect."Elara was beside him, her knotted hands gentle as she cleaned the newborns and wrapped them in soft blankets. "The boy has Bastian's coloring. Look at that dark hair. And the girl—""The girl has Kellan's hair," I breathed. "Silver-blond. And Archer's mouth. I can see it already."Archer placed the twins on my chest, one on each side, and their tiny bodies were warm and solid and real. The boy's dark fuzz was damp against my skin.

"The Frostborn built this place to breed soldiers," Wren said. "Now it's going to train healers and leaders. I like the irony."The northern sanctuary had changed in the months since the Frostborn's defeat. The breeding cells were gone, replaced by bright dormitories with windows that let in the pale mountain light. The barracks where pale wolf pups had been trained to kill were now classrooms with maps on the walls and books on the shelves. The throne room, where the Frostborn had sat for three centuries, was a library now. Wren had insisted on that."The records he kept were monstrous," Wren said, walking me through the renovated corridors. Her pup, a healthy four-month-old named Thorne, was strapped to her back in a carrier Sable had knitted. "But the information is useful. Bloodline tracking. Seer training methods. The Frostborn spent three hundred years studying Moon-Wolves so he could destroy us. Now we're using his research to help ourselves."Wren was eighteen now, her gold-fl

The Saltmarsh alpha's fortress was built on stilts over black water, and the Moon-Wolves were caged beneath it.I crouched in the reeds with Bastian's shoulder pressed against mine, and the swamp stench of rot and salt filled my lungs. The fortress loomed above us on wooden pillars, torchlight bleeding through the floorboards and reflecting off the still black water. Underneath, in the muck and the dark, iron cages hung from chains."There," Rook whispered, pointing. "Six of them. Two omegas, three betas, one alpha. Silver collars on all of them."Through the bond web, I felt the prisoners before I saw them clearly. Suppressed bonds, muffled and aching, the silver burning into their throats. They weren't just caged. They were being smothered."I count eight guards on the platform," Bastian murmured. "Another four patrolling the perimeter. We go in quiet. Rook, you're on locks. I'll handle the guards. Caelum, you keep the prisoners calm. We can't afford panic.""Quiet isn't my specialt

Theron Crowne, age two, shifted for the first time in the middle of dinner. His wolf was white with a single black ear, and he immediately knocked over a chair.The main hall erupted in chaos. Theron's white wolf pup form tumbled across the floor in a blur of fur and overturned dishes, his single black ear flopping as he skidded into the table leg. His siblings shrieked with delight. Mirren and Sable were too young to shift, but their gold-flickering eyes tracked their brother's chaos with rapt attention."Theron, stop," I said, and my voice was half command and half laugh. "Shift back. You're scaring the kitchen staff."Theron's wolf yipped and kept running. He was fast for a two-year-old, his white fur streaked with gravy from the overturned platter, and his tiny black ear was an exact match to Bastian's torn one. Through the bond web, I felt his joy. Pure, unfiltered joy at the discovery of four legs and fur and speed.Bastian caught him mid-stride. One massive hand scooped up the