"I was seven years old," Caden said, "the last time I saw you before this school. I didn't understand what was happening. I only understood that something had gone very wrong, very fast, and that by morning your family was simply gone."Seraphina sat still, hands folded tight in her lap, bracing herself for whatever came next."Our fathers had been careful for years," he continued. "Meeting quietly, keeping the friendship out of formal record, because even then, my family understood what your father's bloodline meant if certain people ever found out. My father wasn't Prime Alpha yet — his own father held the position then, and he was harder, colder, the kind of Alpha who believed every rumor about the old hunts and took them as instruction rather than warning.""Your grandfather.""Aldric Ashveil." Caden said the name like it tasted bitter in his mouth. "He found out about the friendship. About your father. About what your father carried, and what carrying it meant for the territory's
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