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"Tell me you didn't do this."Rowena's voice cracked across the small sanctuary chamber like a whip, the scroll clutched so tightly in her fist that the ancient parchment crackled in protest. Dean stood across from her, still bearing the marks of his captivity; a split lip, bruising along his jaw, the particular pallor of a man who'd spent days chained in a cold cell before Moonfang's forces tore through his captors to retrieve him.He hadn't even had time to properly recover before she'd summoned him here."Tell me you didn't do this," she said again, when he didn't immediately answer."I don't even know what this is." Dean's voice came out hoarse, confused, his eyes moving from her face to the scroll she held like a weapon. "Rowena, what are you talking about?""This." She thrust the parchment toward him, close enough that he could see the faded ink without taking it from her hands. "Your name. Signed on an authorization order. Dated weeks after I was taken to Ironfang."Dean's eyes

"How bad is it?"Rowena shouted the question over the roar of wind and panic as her horse crested the final ridge overlooking the outcast roads, and the answer didn't need words. Smoke rose in thick black columns against the dusk sky, three separate fires marking where caravans had been torched, their wreckage scattered across the dirt road like broken ribs. Families who should have been settling in for the evening instead ran in every direction, some clutching children, others dragging what belongings they could carry, all of them moving with the particular, desperate panic of people who'd never expected protection and now found even that absence catastrophically confirmed."This bad," Bellamy said grimly, reining his horse beside hers.Rowena didn't slow. She rode straight into the chaos, her voice carrying over the screams and crackling fire with an authority that cut through panic like a blade."Moonfang! To me!"For a terrible, suspended moment, nothing happened, just more runni