"Of course I am willing," Riven’s cold, smooth voice purrs over the shadow-line communicator, his words laced with a quiet, dangerous satisfaction. "You saved old Alpha Lucien Nightfang’s life during the silver-plague outbreak in the badlands. Escorting the most lethal Healer in the realm is a privilege the entire shadow network would kill for."I tighten my grip on the obsidian receiver, my wolf pacing uncomfortably within my ribs."Riven," I say, my tone dropping into a hard, unyielding warning. "I am attending the gathering at the Eclipse Den strictly to monitor Alpha Lucien's heart parameters after his moon-vein surgery. If you attempt to use my presence to feed rumors that we are sealing a pack bond, I will personally paralyze your vocal cords with nightshade extract."A dark, husky chuckle echoes through the speaker. "Always so defensive, Zanele. I need a formidable female by my side to keep the ambitious high-born she-wolves of the Northern Cl
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