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[CAINE]The patrol log ran three pages by the time I sat down to eat. Good. That's how mornings were supposed to go.I signed two supply authorizations between bites, initialed the grain shipment adjustment, and checked the western border numbers twice because they hadn't matched yesterday's. They matched today's. I moved on.By the time the rest of the pack was properly up, I'd already walked the training grounds once. Wolves cleared a path without being told to. Some things didn't need repeating twice.Kael stayed quiet at the back of my mind, same as he had for years now. Watchful. Settled.I called it discipline.Rhys handled the wolves themselves—injuries, disputes, and whatever emotional weather forty pack members needed managed on a given day.Zane, however, vanished into research half the time, pulling threads nobody else noticed were loose. He was a puzzle, but a useful one. As long as he kept finding answers, I let him be.Meanwhile, I kept the rest running. Stores. Patrols.

[ZANE]The archive was quiet at this hour, which was exactly why I preferred it.Ledgers stacked in precise columns. Patrol logs. Healer records going back three years, most of them irrelevant to anything except the one question I couldn't close.Every investigation eventually resolves when the evidence supports a conclusion.This one hadn't. Not once, in five years.I reviewed the known facts again, the way I did most mornings.Recognition. Certainty. Happiness—genuine, uncomplicated happiness, the kind I didn't generate easily.Then, hours later: revulsion. Total. Unexplained.Jax had never challenged either state. Not because he agreed with the second one.'Because I never understood it,' he offered, unprompted.'Neither do I.'People changed their minds. Instinct didn't reverse itself overnight for no reason.I pulled the transportation ledger again—the same one I'd checked at least a dozen times before.Food deliveries. Training equipment. Medical supplies. Nothing new.Investiga

SLOANE]The room went quiet around the question.I crouched until we were at eye level, both of them."I'm not going to tell you something comforting that isn't true," I told her. "And I won't tell you the worst thing either, because I don't know it yet."Peter's hand found his wife's without either of them looking down."Here's what I can promise you," I went on. "He won't face this alone. Every resource this temple has now belongs to him. And I will not stop until I understand what's happening inside him."Anna's composure broke first—quiet, controlled crying, the kind that had clearly been held back for four days straight. Peter followed a breath later.I let them have it. Then I went back to work, because sitting with them in the fear wouldn't fix a single thing that mattered.Lab results came back within the hour.Blood chemistry—nearly normal. Organ function—nearly normal. Cell counts—nearly normal.Nearly. Never fully.I stared at the columns until the shape of it actually land

[SLOANE]Toast first, coffee second. I'd learned the order mattered more than the boys let on.Oliver liked his cut into triangles. Kai wanted his plain—arranged so it didn't touch the fruit. Remy didn't care how his looked as long as there was enough of it.I moved through the kitchen on something close to autopilot, buttering, pouring juice, and sliding plates into place, half my attention still lodged three floors down in an isolation room with reinforced wards and a boy whose scent kept fracturing into pieces no medical text had ever described.He'd had a rough night.The overnight healer's notes said as much—fever holding steady, resonance readings unchanged, with no further splitting, which counted as good news only because nothing worse had happened yet.I'd read those notes twice before six, the way I read everything twice now.Anna hadn't slept either. I'd passed the isolation window at five and found her exactly where I'd left her the evening before, one palm flat against th

[SLOANE]Ashvale's settlement hall smelled like antiseptic herbs and fear before I'd even crossed the tree line.Guards were already moving families toward the makeshift medical tents with the quiet and efficient panic of people who'd been doing this for days without sleep.Iron and damp stone underneath everything. Healers moving fast between rooms that weren't built for this many patients.I didn't set up behind a desk. I never did."Dr. Davis." A healer intercepted me before I'd gone ten feet, exhaustion carved into her face, clipboard shaking slightly in her grip. "We weren't expecting you until—""I'm early." I was already scanning the room. "Where's your most severe case?""East room. Young mated female." She hesitated. "We've tried three protocols already.""Show me what you tried before you show me the patient."She blinked, clearly expecting criticism instead of the question. I read her notes standing in the doorway, found two dosage errors within the first page, and told her