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Liana's POVThe command tent was an absolute mess of noise and running scouts. Maps slipped off the edges of the central table while commanders shouted over each other, trying to make sense of why six of our best trackers had vanished into thin air.I paced back and forth along the edge of the canvas, boots digging a groove into the dirt floor. I could not sit still. Every second that ticked by without news from the hunting lodge felt like a personal insult from fate.“I need three rider teams mounted on the northern path in five minutes,” Drogo barked, calm voice cutting right through the panic like an axe through kindling. “Soren, take the lead flank. If anything looks wrong, do not engage until the main force arrives.”“Understood, Alpha,” Soren said, nodding once before rushing out into the cold morning air.I stopped pacing for a second, watching Drogo work. He was completely steady, giving orders without wasting a single motion or word. A strange, achingly warm feeling flickered

Ariana’s POV I stood outside the medical pavilion, watching through the split canvas as the healer finished wrapping fresh linen around Ariana’s shoulder. She looked thin, pale and restless, her eyes darting toward the entrance every time the wind rustled the tent flaps.I stepped inside, my heavy boots making no sound on the dirt floor. Ariana flinched slightly before recognizing me, pulling her collar up to cover the fresh bandages.“You should be resting,” I said, leaning against the wooden support pole with my arms crossed. “The healers said your fever only broke last night.”“Resting is difficult when I do not know if my messenger was caught and executed,” Ariana replied, her voice rough and dry. She adjusted her weight on the cot, letting out a sharp breath as the movement pulled at her wound. “Did any word come from Crescent Moon?”“Nothing yet,” I answered, keeping my expression neutral. “Soren has scouts watching the border trails, but Carl has doubled his patrol rotations s

Baylor's POV I stood in the cold draft of the stable aisle, staring down at Nora as her words settled into my chest like lead. She trembled under her thick traveler’s cloak, her skin ghostly pale against the flickering lantern light.“Who intercepted you on the road, Nora?” I asked, taking a step closer and keeping my voice low. “Tell me exactly who gave you that message.”“It was one of the senior council guards,” Nora whispered, her voice cracking as she clutched her arms tightly against her ribs. “A man with a scar across his left eyebrow. He stopped me three miles past the river border and told me I was going back to Crescent Moon whether I liked it or not.”“A guard named Vance,” I identified, a bitter coldness spreading through my limbs as I recognized my father’s most loyal executioner. “Did he say Corwin sent him?”“He did not say a name,” Nora whimpered, her eyes darting toward the dark stable entrance. “He just told me what to say to you. He said if you tried to leave tonig

Baylor’s POVI stayed crouched on the dust-covered floorboards, looking at the wounded girl while her words settled over me like a cold blanket. Her calm certainty was far more terrifying than any blade she could have pulled on me.“What do you mean, a different name?” I asked, keeping my tone quiet as I shifted my weight to ease the strain on my knees.The girl winced, holding the blood-stained rag tighter against her side as she leaned her head back against the wall. “I mean the silver bloodline did not vanish forty years ago. A child survived the slaughter, raised under a false name to protect her from your father’s scouts.”“Liana,” I said, the name leaving my lips before my mind could even process the full weight of it.The pieces of Corwin’s recent maneuvers suddenly clicked into place, forming a picture far larger and more lethal than I had imagined. My father had not been hunting Liana out of simple political paranoia. He was terrified because the one secret his family had spe

Liana’s POVAs soon as I took twenty paces past the stone marker, the sound of my own squad fell away like a stone dropped down a deep well. The bond pulling at my chest stretched thin, aching with every single step I took away from Drogo.I looked down at my hands, noticing how the afternoon light filtered through the canopy in strange, pale ribbons. It wasn’t the warm gold of Silvercrest. It was silver, cool and quiet, as if the land itself were holding its breath, remembering things the rest of the kingdom had spent forty years trying to forget.“Great,” I muttered to the empty forest, adjusting the leather strap of my hunting knife. “No pressure at all.”I kept moving along the overgrown dirt track Wren had mapped out for me. My wolf senses strained against the quiet. I felt eyes on me... not the hostile glare of Corwin’s trackers, but a deep, ancient attention that tracked my movements from every shadow.The trees finally parted to reveal the hunting lodge. It was a weathered ston