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~Selene’s POV~She wakes at three in the morning and lies still.This is not unusual, in itself — the second trimester has rearranged her sleep into something she no longer fully controls, the twins redistributing the interior geography of her body with the unhurried authority of persons who have not yet learned to consult anyone else about their requirements. She has grown accustomed to the 3 a.m. inventory: a glass of water, a brief reckoning with whichever small body part has pressed itself against the wrong internal surface, and then back to sleep.Tonight is different.She knows this before she has fully assembled the waking thought, in the seconds between sleep and the room where the city's night sounds sit outside the window and the velvet box is on the nightstand and everything is as it was when she closed her eyes. She knows it the way she knows the grey-dog man's schedule and the quality of the east light — by the particular weight of the knowing, which is not like any knowi

~Caden’s POV~He sends the message at eight in the morning.Pack Hall. My office. Ten o'clock.He does not explain the reason. He does not need to. An Alpha summoning someone to his office at a stated time requires no justification in advance, and he is not in the practice of offering justifications in advance, and he is particularly not in the practice of offering them to people whose presence in his life is, as of this morning, a matter of documented deception rather than earned standing.He arrives at Pack Hall at half past nine and sits at his desk with nothing on its surface except the folder and a glass of water he does not drink.Vivienne arrives at two minutes before ten, which tells him something. Not early enough to appear eager. Not late enough to suggest indifference. Two minutes before is the calculation of someone who has prepared for this and is managing the timing as one of the variables available to her.She looks composed. She looks, in fact, precisely as she always

~Selene’s POV~She tells her mother about the dreams on a Tuesday evening in the small kitchen that has become, over the course of five months, its own version of ordinary.She has not planned to tell her. She has been sitting with the dreams the way she sits with all information that arrives without a full context — carefully, privately, filed in the part of her mind that holds things not yet ready to be named. But they are now five nights deep into the second dream's recurrence, and she has watched her mother three times this week and chosen silence, and the choosing has begun to cost something.She tells her the way she tells most things: briefly, in plain language, looking at the table.The presence. The quality of the light that has no quality she can name in ordinary terms. The sense of being addressed rather than visited. The sequential nature of it — each dream continuing from exactly where the last one ended, with the precision of something that has a shape and intends to fin

~Caden’s POV~The communication arrives through the elder council's formal inter-pack messaging protocol on a Thursday morning, which means it has been logged, timestamped, and assigned a reference number before it reaches his desk. This is how official complaints travel between packs. It is also, Caden notes as he reads the reference number, how certain kinds of messages make themselves appear more neutral than they are.The complaint concerns a boundary marker.Specifically, a granite post on the eastern edge of Cresthaven's territorial line where it meets the disputed corridor that runs between Cresthaven and the Ironmere Pack's westernmost holding. The post, Dorian Voss contends in language that is careful and correct and entirely without apparent malice, has been repositioned since the last inter-pack territorial survey. He requests a joint review. He cites three precedents. He closes with the formal salutation required by the elder council's protocol — *in the interest of good

~Caden’s POV~Rhys arrives without a message.This in itself is information. He has a standing protocol for Pack Hall visits that involves a brief notification through the internal system, because Caden's mornings are structured and Rhys is aware of the structure and generally respects it. When he appears in the doorway of Caden's office at half past ten on a Wednesday without a notification having preceded him, Caden sets down the border logistics report he has been reviewing and waits.Rhys closes the door behind him.He does not sit. He stands with the specific uprightness that means he has been carrying what he is about to say for long enough that it has acquired weight, and he has come to deliver the weight rather than continue to carry it."I have something," he says. "I found it independently. I didn't go through Conrad."Caden says nothing. He waits."I have a contact," Rhys continues. "Former pack, southern neutral territory, runs logistics for event coordination firms in tha