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“.... belongs to Rowena Moonfang.” The words kept repeating in my head. The room felt colder after Dean ended the call. I stood where I was, unable to move.His moon phone was still in his hand, but his attention had shifted completely. He wasn't looking at me anymore. His eyes had settled somewhere beyond the walls of the suite, as if he were already piecing together events that had begun years ago.Only one prisoner file had been stolen.Mine.My stomach tightened.Why?I had been nothing inside Ironfang.Nothing but Convict No. 926.No family.No title.No future.No friends aside the girl who stood up for me, and eventually died. Why would anyone risk breaking into the prison archives for someone like me?Dean lowered the phone."How many people know you left Ironfang?"I blinked."I... I don't know.""Think."His voice r

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The ride back to Blackwolf Manor happened in complete silence. I sat in the far corner of the carriage, my hands folded tightly in my lap. Every bump in the road made my shoulders tense.Across from me, Dean Blackwolf looked out the window without saying a word.His face was calm.Too calm, for my liking.The city lights slowly disappeared behind us as the carriage climbed the winding road toward the highest part of Moonhaven. Soon, the great iron gates of Blackwolf Manor came into clear view.The guards straightened the moment they saw the Supreme Alpha's crest.The gates swung open, the carriage rolled inside.This new Manor was beautiful, beyond my imagination. Indeed Dean Blackwolf is on a different code. White stone buildings stood beneath the moonlight like silent giants. Crystal lanterns lined the paths, their soft glow reflecting against fountains and carefully trimmed gardens. Everywhere I looked, everything appeared spotless and heavenly. Years ago inside the Ironfang Pris

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The room smelled of old paper. It was a quiet room on the first floor of Blackwolf Manor, far away from the grand halls where nobles gathered. Thick shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, filled with ledgers, scrolls, and sealed records that stretched back generations.A single lantern burned on the heavy oak table. I stood quietly beside my chair, my hands folded in front of me.Steward Bobby Winchester stood opposite me. His face looked older than it had the night before. There were dark circles beneath his eyes, and grief rested heavily on every line of his face.Without saying a word, he placed a thick leather bundle onto the table.The straps came loose.Dozens of folded letters spilled across the polished wood.Some were neatly tied with faded blue ribbon. Others had already been opened many times.The paper had grown yellow with age. Bobby rested one weathered hand on the pile."They belonged to Amara."My breathing caught for only a second.Amara!!. It had been three

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The room remained silent after my words."Something is wrong."Steward Bobby Winchester stared at me as if I had spoken complete nonsense. His weathered face tightened."What did you just say?"I lowered the letter onto the table with great care."The letter is wrong."His eyes hardened immediately."You've already admitted you've never seen these letters before.""I haven't.""Then how can you possibly know they're wrong?"I looked down at the page again."I don't know the words."I gently touched one corner."But I know this."Bobby frowned."The paper?""The ink."His expression became one of disbelief."The ink?"I nodded."When I was little, my mother looked after the Moonfang family's old records."For the first time in years, the memory came without pain. I could still see her.She always sat beside the open windows with stacks of old scrolls spread across the table.She would smile whenever I wandered into the room."Come here, Rowena.""If you're going to inherit an ancient b

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Morning arrived quietly over Blackwolf Manor. From the tiny window in the servants' quarters, I watched pale light spread across the courtyard stones.I had not slept.Every creak of the old manor had pulled me awake. Every footstep in the hallway made my body tense before my mind even understood why. Some habits never left, even after three months of leaving there. I rubbed my hands together and sat on the edge of the narrow bed.A soft knock came at the door.Not loud.Not threatening.Still, my shoulders jumped."...Come in."The door opened slowly.A young servant placed a tray of breakfast on the small table before bowing silently.She left without saying a word.The door clicked shut.Only then did I breathe again.I looked at the tray.Fresh bread.Warm porridge.A boiled egg.Far more food than I had seen in years. I stared at it for several long seconds.

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The next morning arrived quietly over Blackwolf Manor. The first rays of sunlight slipped through the narrow window of my small room, painting pale lines across the cold stone floor. I had been awake long before dawn. Sleep never stayed with me for very long anymore. Every unfamiliar sound pulled me awake.A door closing.A servant walking past.The wind rattling old windows.Sometimes I opened my eyes already holding my breath, waiting for someone to unlock a cell that no longer existed. I rubbed my arms and slowly stood.The room still felt strange.It wasn't Ironfang.But it wasn't freedom either.A gentle knock came from outside. I stiffened before I could stop myself."Miss Rowena?"One of the manor servants."You've been asked to report to the east drawing room."I swallowed."I'll come."The footsteps faded down the corridor. I remained standing for another moment before forcing myself toward the door.Every hallway inside Blackwolf Manor looked too clean.Too quiet.Ironfang

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Early mornings inside Blackwolf Manor were unusually quiet. The servants moved through the long stone corridors with careful steps, speaking only in hushed whispers.News traveled quickly inside the manor, even when nobody admitted it. Everyone knew the Supreme Alpha had brought a former prisoner into the estate. No one knew why.I sat at the small wooden table inside the servants' wing, both hands wrapped around a cup of warm herbal tea Bobby had left for me. The tea had already gone cold. I had barely touched it.Every few minutes, my eyes drifted toward the door.Listening.Waiting.My shoulders tensed each time footsteps echoed through the hallway.They never sounded the same.Some were light.Some were in a hurry.Some were slow enough to make my heartbeat quicken.Ironfang had taught me that every pair of footsteps carried meaning.A fast stride usually meant food.Heavy boots meant punishment.Running feet meant someone had tried to escape.I lowered my eyes, forcing myself to

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Sam Blackwolf’s POV. “Twenty Seven minutes cannot be a fabrication,”. Sam Blackwolf kept reassuring himself.The Vanguard Barracks stood on the eastern edge of Moonhaven City, where the training grounds stretched beneath the pale morning sky. Even from outside the stone walls, Sam Blackwolf could hear the familiar rhythm of steel striking steel as young warriors sparred under the watchful eyes of their instructors. The place had changed little over the years. The banners were newer, and a few buildings had been expanded, but the discipline remained the same.Sam dismounted in one smooth movement and handed his horse's reins to a stable hand."I'm looking for the duty archives."The young warrior bowed immediately."Yes, Alpha Sam. Captain Harlan should be inside."Sam walked through the wide courtyard without slowing. Warriors greeted him with respectful nods, but he barely acknowledged them. His thoughts remained fixed on one thing.Twenty-seven minutes.It sounded too precise.Too

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“This is no ordinary delay, captain.” Captain Harlan nodded. The archive office had grown quieter.Captain Harlan left Sam alone with the messenger ledgers while a junior officer searched the storage vaults for older dispatch records. Outside the narrow windows, the afternoon sun drifted lower over the training grounds. Warriors continued their drills, their voices faint beneath the thick stone walls.Sam barely noticed them.His attention remained fixed on the weathered books spread across the desk.Every military messenger bird assigned to the Blackwolf Vanguard had been recorded with meticulous care.Departure.Destination.Handler.Receiving officer.Return confirmation.Nothing was supposed to disappear.Nothing was supposed to be uncertain.He turned another brittle page.The ink had faded with time, but the handwriting remained clear enough to read.His finger stopped on the date.The night Amara Winchester died.He compared it against the patrol log he had copied earlier.T

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SAM BLACKWOLF’S POV“Someone wanted her at the right place and at the right time.”The words couldn't leave his head. Dean's study had never felt so quiet. Shelves of old ledgers lined the walls from floor to ceiling. Every volume carried decades of Blackwolf history; births, deaths, military campaigns, trade agreements, prison transfers, council votes. Nothing entered these books without leaving a trail.Normally.Tonight, several of those trails had ended in empty spaces.Dean sat behind the broad oak desk with an open ledger before him. His sleeves were rolled to his forearms. One document after another lay spread across the polished wood, each marked with small notes in his precise handwriting.He had not slept.The archive keeper's report still echoed in his thoughts.“Lady Amara's original journals disappeared years ago.”Missing journals.Missing prison records.A stolen prisoner file.None of it looked like coincidence anymore.A knock sounded.Bobby entered first."Alpha."D

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