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(POV: Sabriel) I kicked the lifeless rogue off the stone ledge with the heel of my boot and spun around instantly with my daggers flashing in the moonlight, cutting down two more attackers rushing across the courtyard toward the medical station where Mae was tending to the wounded guards, and James fought right back-to-back with me, swinging a heavy wooden club with brutal efficiency while cracking jokes about how much he hated uninvited party crashers showing up in the middle of the night, and I told him to save his breath for the fighting instead of wasting it on bad humor, and James laughed and ducked beneath a wild swing from an enemy warrior before bringing his club down hard on the attacker's shoulder, and I sliced my left blade across another rogue's arm to keep them from swarming our position, and the noise of clashing steel and snarling beasts echoed off the palace walls while Kaelor's golden alpha fire illuminated the far side of the courtyard, and I asked James if he was k

(POV: Kaelor) I stepped out into the center of the smoking courtyard just as the first rays of morning light began to peek over the palace walls, and the entire pack had gathered around the perimeter in a massive circle to watch the formal duel unfold under the watchful eyes of the elders, and the foreign emissary stood waiting for me near the broken stone fountain with a cocky grin plastered across his face, and he cracked his knuckles and told me that my reign over Crescent Veil was going to end right here in the dirt before breakfast, and I didn't bother wasting my breath on his insults, and instead I rolled my shoulders and told him he talked far too much for someone who was about to get humiliated in front of his own masters, and the emissary let out an angry snarl and shifted into his hybrid wolf form with bones cracking loudly, and I shifted right along with him as my golden alpha aura flared up around my skin, and the surrounding crowd started shouting words of encouragement

(POV: Alexander) I led a heavily armed recon squad deep into the perimeter of the shadow woods, holding a blazing torch high to illuminate the twisted branches and overgrown trails, and the damp environment smelled heavily of pine and decaying leaves, but I kept my focus entirely locked on the muddy tracks left behind by the fleeing rogues, and James walked right behind me carrying a cross bow while grumbling under his breath about the mud getting all over his boots, and Sabriel limped along beside James with her bandaged leg wrapped securely, and she told James to stop complaining every two seconds because nobody forced him to volunteer for this patrol, and James chuckled and told Sabriel he was only venting because his favorite boots were getting ruined in the dirt, and I turned my head back to tell them to keep their voices down so we didn't alert any scouts wandering through the trees, and Sabriel rolled her eyes and told me the local wildlife was making more noise than our entir

(POV: Sabriel) I interrogated the captured rogue spy inside the holding cell beneath the triage tent, pressing the flat edge of my dagger against his throat until he started coughing out names and locations, and he wheezed for air and told me to back the blade away from his skin before he told me everything I wanted to hear, and I narrowed my eyes and pushed the metal a little closer just to remind him who was in charge of this conversation, and I asked him who gave his pack the security patrol schedules for the capital, and the spy insisted that an internal traitor inside the palace council leaked all the security patrol routes to the enemy forces before the banquet even started, and James leaned against the iron bars of the cell door crossing his arms and told the prisoner that lying to an angry guard captain was a very bad idea, and the spy swore on his life that he was telling the truth, and a main event happened right then when I searched the prisoner's belongings and discovered

(POV: Kaelor) I paced back and forth across the elevated stone dais inside the grand throne room with my fists clenched tightly at my sides, my golden eyes locked on the heavy double doors while waiting for Elder Marcus to be dragged in chains before the royal throne by Alexander and James, and the surrounding pack elders sat in a tense circle around the room whispering nervously among themselves about the treason charges, and the heavy wooden doors swung open with a loud thud as Alexander and James shoved Marcus forward into the center of the hall, and the traitor spat blood onto the polished stone floor and laughed a harsh, maniacal sound that echoed off the high vaulted ceilings, screaming at the top of his lungs that my reign over Crescent Veil was weak and doomed to crumble from within before the year was out, and I stopped my pacing and towered over him from the steps of the dais, letting out a low, vibrating growl that made the glass windows rattle in their frames, and I deman