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Mira laid the black-silver cloth on the table.The warning was still fresh, the ink sharp against the fabric.Nia stood beside her, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles were white. She tried to steady her breathing when Galen asked where it had come from, but her voice fractured.She remembered the servant girl’s terrified face. She remembered the council guard who had looked away too quickly. But she could not recall a name.Tovan’s hand went to his belt. He wanted to lock down the corridor immediately.Galen raised a hand to stop him.If they moved openly, Maera would know the threat had reached Darius’s inner circle. Worse, she might punish the servant girl before they could find her.Mira’s voice was quiet but absolute.“She is threatening Nia because Nia told the truth.”Galen’s expression hardened. He had treated this investigation as a war of evidence. Now it was a war of witnesses.The danger was no longer theoretical. It was standing right beside Mira, trembling.Cassia’s se

The healing wing had become a courtroom by necessity.Warriors held every exit, their postures rigid as stone. Servants and lower-rank pack members crowded the corridor, peering through the archways with wide, fearful eyes. Behind them, the hidden stair remained open, a dark throat in the wall.The lower door still trembled faintly under the moonlight.Elder Corvin seized the silence before it could turn against him. His voice was practiced, smooth, and heavy with authority as he declared that Mira Vale had been found at a forbidden ritual threshold. He listed her crimes: possession of illegal maps, association with a rogue witness, and signs of Moon Rite contamination.He announced that the Luna Trial must begin immediately to determine if she was a false claimant, a curse-carrier, or a danger to the Alpha’s intended mate.Mira felt the words settle over her shoulders like iron chains.Once again, the pack was not asking what had been done to her. They were asking whether she was saf

The healing wing was frozen in silver light.The restored line on the burned record still glowed against the parchment, naming Mira, Sera, Cassia, and Maera in undeniable sequence. For one fractured breath, the Elder Priestess looked cornered, her composure cracking under the weight of public exposure.Then she lowered her head.It was not a gesture of guilt, but of solemn, practiced grief. When she raised her eyes again, the cornered woman was gone, replaced entirely by the sacred authority of her station.“You read old words with new fears,” Maera said, her voice steady and mournful. “Transfer host does not mean theft. In the ancient rites, it meant temporary stabilization.”She gestured toward the glowing text. “Moon-Witness compatibility does not mean the wolf belonged to Mira Vale. It means her young body was reacting dangerously to witness-moon energy. She would have been consumed.”Maera’s gaze swept over the silent crowd. “I did not steal a wolf. I prevented a child from being

The healing wing hung in a silence so heavy it felt like drowning.Sera’s voice still echoed off the stone walls, rough and undeniable.He remembers.Marek stood pale beside Mira, his witness complete. Cassia shook violently under Maera’s grip, her silver eyes wide with terror. Behind them, the lower door still trembled, the stolen wolves whimpering like frightened children separated from their mothers.Elder Corvin recovered first.He straightened his robes, his face a mask of practiced authority.“That is not testimony,” he declared, his voice sharp enough to cut through the lingering resonance. “It is ritual echo.”He gestured toward the trembling door.“Old Moon Rite chambers reflect memory, fear, and desire. Cassia is unstable. Mira’s curse-mark is active. Marek triggered old contamination by speaking forbidden phrases.”The explanation was desperate, but several elders nodded eagerly. Accepting the alternative meant accepting that Cassia’s wolf had just contradicted the High Pri

Cassia sat in the healing wing chair, pale and trembling between two neutral healers.Darius ordered her sleeve pulled back.Maera opened her mouth to object, but the words died in her throat. Too many eyes had already seen her grab the bracelet. Too many ears had heard Sera scream Mira’s name.The silver fabric was pushed aside.A collective gasp sucked the air from the room.The bracelet was not resting on Cassia’s skin. It had grown into it. Black-silver lines sank beneath her flesh like parasitic roots, pulsing with a faint, sickly light.Galen stepped forward, holding the Moon Rite notes recovered from the lower chamber. His voice was steady as he read the inscription that matched the bracelet’s root pattern.“Host restraint. Wolf suppression. True-host recall prevention.”The silence that followed was heavier than any Alpha command.This was no longer a rumor of instability.It was visible, undeniable proof that Cassia’s wolf was being caged, not cherished.Darius did not pace.