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XAVIER I had commanded war councils with rival Alphas snarling across the table. I had stood over men who thought betrayal was a game and taught them otherwise. I had dragged my own uncle from a sealed room and locked him beneath my house.Deena Williams pointed at a small sitting room and told me to sit down.I went.No one in the corridor spoke.Nicole looked too satisfied for a woman who had nearly been impersonated by a basement nightmare less than an hour ago. Mace stood behind her, jaw set, eyes scanning every shadow, but his hand hovered near the small of her back like he was fighting himself not to touch her.That would need attention later.Everything needed attention later.The sitting room was one of the smaller ones off the medical corridor, used mostly by families waiting through long nights. Cream walls. Low lamps. A covered mirror above the cold fireplace. A bowl of salt on the side table because my house had become a battlefield of old magic and improvised defenses.D

DEENA The words on my phone seemed to bleed brighter the longer I stared.TOO LATE, LITTLE WREN.My grandmother’s old porch filled the screen. The chipped blue railing. The narrow steps. The brass porch light shaped like a lantern. The front door hanging open into darkness.For one stupid second, my brain tried to reject it.That was impossible. That house was supposed to be empty. Quiet. Forgotten by everybody except county tax records, old neighbors, and whatever ghosts my family had apparently been collecting like fine china.Nicole leaned over my shoulder. “Please tell me that is not what I think it is.”“That’s my grandmother’s house,” I said.Xavier’s voice came from behind me, low and controlled. “We leave now.”I turned sharply.He did not say you are staying here.He did not say no.He said we.The difference hit me hard enough that I almost hated him for learning at the worst possible time.“I’m going,” I said anyway, because some reflexes needed time to die.“I know.”Nico

XAVIER The house slammed every door shut at once.Not like wood catching a draft.Like judgment.The sound cracked through the walls and floorboards, sharp enough that dust sifted from the ceiling. Every covered mirror in the hall trembled beneath its cloth. The windows stayed intact, but the glass darkened around the edges, old symbols surfacing like bruises.I had commanded fortresses. I knew the feel of territory responding to its Alpha.This was not that.This house did not belong to me.It belonged to the women my family had tried to silence.And now Rowan’s men stood on Evelyn Wren’s porch.Mace moved first, crossing to the dining room window with his gun drawn and his shoulders set. Nicole dropped to one knee beside the cedar box, shoving letters and records back inside with shaking hands and vicious efficiency.Deena stayed by the open floorboard, the dead recorder in her hand.My wolf strained against my skin.Protect her.Kill them.Remove every threat from the property and

NICOLE The dead recorder said, “Hide the mark before the elders see her,” and every wolf in the medical room reacted like the ceiling had opened its mouth.I, apparently, had reached the stage of supernatural trauma where ghostly dermatology advice did not even make my top three problems before breakfast.Deena looked down at her wrist.The bandage Lena had just wrapped around her smooth brown skin was no longer white. Dark ink spread through the gauze in curling lines, forming that Wren symbol I was getting real tired of seeing in terrifying places. Beneath it, the Evers crescent-and-blade mark bent like somebody had shoved royalty under a heel.Honestly, I supported the visual message.Deena lifted her wrist slightly. “Is this a bad time to say I hate surprise tattoos?”“Only if it starts charging monthly fees,” I said.Lena did not laugh.Rude, but understandable.Xavier stood beside the exam table wearing only a blanket around his hips and enough blood to make him look like a war

XAVIER The third knot broke.The warding cloth loosened from Deena’s wrist, black fabric sliding toward her hand as moon-white light bled through the tear.I caught the edge before it fell.I did not touch her skin.The room went motionless.Sabine Laurent’s smile sharpened. “You are obstructing sovereign review.”“I am preventing a room full of elders from stripping a woman’s body for evidence,” I said.Nicole’s voice cut from behind Deena. “And for the record, that sentence sounded creepy as hell before he improved it.”Mace’s mouth twitched once. Barely.Elder Helena’s cane remained lifted toward Deena. The silver cap glinted under the dining room chandelier, too close to accusation. Too close to command.My wolf pushed against my ribs.Break it.Break her.Break all of them.I kept my grip on the cloth steady.Deena looked at my hand, then at my face. Her smooth brown skin was warm under the white glow leaking from beneath the loosened fabric. Exhaustion shadowed her eyes, but no