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Harlan's POVTwo days until the gathering, and Hugo found me alone in the equipment room after practice, which told me either he'd planned the encounter carefully or he genuinely didn't understand how close he was standing to something that wanted to tear his throat out on principle alone."Harlan." He said my name like we were old friends, easy and unbothered, leaning against the doorframe like he owned the room instead of trespassing on pack territory he had no real claim to anymore. "Heard you've got quite the team assembled for the big day. Sister playing bodyguard, of all things. Almost sweet."My wolf surged hard enough that I had to grip the edge of the equipment shelf to keep my hands from doing something I couldn't take back, not in a room with security cameras and half my team still within earshot down the hall. "You shouldn't be here.""I have every right to be here. Old tradition, remember? The same tradition that's going to let me stand in that circle and watch everything

Harlan's POVThe sky was still more gray than gold when we reached the outer gate, the whole pack territory hushed in that particular way mornings got right before something irreversible was about to happen, like even the trees knew better than to make unnecessary noise. I counted three separate enforcer teams positioned along the tree line before we'd even reached the gate, more security than I'd seen assembled in one place since the territory disputes of my grandfather's era, proof enough that my father wasn't taking any part of Hugo's threat lightly regardless of what tradition allowed inside the circle itself.Trixie's family arrived within minutes of us, her mother in a dress the color of old gold, her father's jaw set in the same grim readiness I recognized from my own father standing a few feet away already deep in quiet conversation with Declan. Trixie climbed out last, and every rehearsed thing I'd planned to say to her in this moment evaporated the second I actually saw her

Harlan's POVYasmine hit Hugo somewhere around his sternum before he'd covered half the distance toward Trixie, the impact of Declan's training finally meeting its actual purpose head-on, and he went down hard enough that I heard the breath punch clean out of him even over the sudden roar of the crowd surging forward against whatever restraint the enforcers were still managing to hold along the boundary. The whole clearing dissolved into motion at once, elders scrambling backward from the inner stones, my father already shouting orders I only half registered over the pounding of my own pulse, the entire careful ceremony we'd all prepared for collapsing into exactly the chaos Declan had spent four days trying to prepare us against.I turned in time to see Vale lunging for Trixie himself, faster than a man his age had any right to move, and I threw myself into the gap between them without a single conscious thought behind the decision, every instinct I owned narrowing down to the singl

Harlan's POVThe elder hearing convened in the same clearing where the morning's chaos had unfolded, though someone had already cleared away every trace of it, grass smoothed back into place like the pack itself was determined to erase the evidence of how close everything had actually come to falling apart. My father sat near the elders' semicircle in an advisory capacity rather than a judicial one, tradition apparently drawing a careful line between Alpha authority and elder judgment even in matters this serious. Declan stood at the perimeter with the same watchful stillness he brought to everything, and I found myself grateful, not for the first time that week, for a security team thorough enough that even a formal hearing got treated with the same careful attention as an active threat.Five elders sat in a loose semicircle near the center stones, Corwin among them though clearly not the only voice that mattered here, robes formal in a way that made the whole proceeding feel consid

Harlan's POVOne day until the championship, and my father found me in the kitchen the next morning before I'd even finished my coffee, an unread stack of pack correspondence tucked under one arm and an expression that told me this particular conversation had been waiting for the right quiet moment for longer than either of us had probably admitted."Walk with me," he said, and I followed him out toward the garden, my wolf already restless at the formality of it, some old instinct recognizing the weight of a conversation before my conscious mind had fully caught up to it. The same bench Trixie and I had claimed as ours over these past several weeks now apparently doubled as neutral territory for difficult family conversations too."This about pack business?""This is about you." He sat, waiting until I'd settled beside him before continuing. "A completed bond changes your standing in this pack, Harlan. You know this. I've been putting off the actual conversation because I wanted to gi