Mira did not touch the glass again.Every instinct screamed at her to press her palm against the silver light, to reach for the wolf that wore another woman’s face.But she had learned that desperation was a trap.She called Darius instead.He arrived within minutes, Galen and Tovan flanking him like shadows. The air in the room shifted instantly, heavy with Alpha authority and warrior vigilance.Tovan circled the mirror first, his movements silent and predatory. Galen knelt to examine the embroidered cloth, his fingers hovering over the black-silver thread without making contact.“Old Moon Rite binding,” Galen murmured, his voice tight. “This isn’t just a message channel. It’s a surveillance anchor.”Darius’s expression went cold, his jaw locking as he stared at the covered frame.“Maera placed this inside a guarded room.”The implication hung in the silence like poison. A guard had been bribed, a servant manipulated, or Maera’s ritual reach had bypassed the packhouse seals entirely.
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