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"I am the rightful Luna of this residence!" I spat, thrusting my identity scroll and land title under the lead enforcer's nose. "This female breached my bloodline territory without permission. Look at the destruction in my hall. Arrest her immediately, enforcer.""Understood, Luna Whitlock," the lead guard replied, handing my parchment back with a low bow. "Are you or the bloodline heir harmed?"I shook my head, crossing my arms over my full chest.Isolde had clearly never suffered such public humiliation in her life. Her eyes flared with pure wolf rage as she snarled, "You human b*tch!"The enforcers grabbed her arms, pinning her back with iron grips and hauling her out into the cold night.I surveyed the shattered glass and ruined displays scattered across the hall, letting out a long, heavy breath. Instead of cleaning up the mess, I turned my back on the wreckage and headed straight upstairs.I peeled off my clothes, stood beneath the scalding water in the washroom to wash away the

I rolled down the window of my vehicle, and Osric Fenwick said in a cold, authoritative voice, "Luna Elowen, Alpha Caelan sent me to retrieve you."What a persistent hound."I told him on the stone link that I am not coming!" I spat, my temper flaring as my human heart hammered in my chest."The Alpha ordered me to fetch you directly," Osric repeated, his voice dropping into a stern command.Frustration boiled over in my blood. "Fine! I will drive to the Grand Healing Temple myself!""You will ride in the Dominion carriage with me."I slammed my palm hard against the steering wheel, letting out a sharp breath. I glared up at him through the glass. "Move!"He stepped aside without a word, waiting for me to step down onto the wet gravel.Caelan was driving me out of my mind. I abandoned my vehicle and followed Osric toward the heavy black war-carriage bearing the Thorncroft crest. My chest was tight with wild anger, but Osric was not the kind of male I could snap at without consequences

The processing plant lay in ruins, and the families who once worked the silver veins near the boundary woods had long scattered."Bradley Markle took his final payout from the territory treasury and tried to smuggle his wife and daughter past the border gates," Garrick Whitlock's voice cuts through the stillness, cold as iron. "Right before the sun broke, the entire Markle bloodline collapsed from nightshade poisoning in their study, while someone set off the alchemical charges at the abandoned plant."I pull back against his grip, my broad chest heaving as my human heart thuds against my ribs. "No one investigated a rogue human family dying on the border, Garrick, but you did not use nightshade. You killed Bradley Markle by plunging a silver needle directly into his scalp root while his wolf was weakened, the exact same way you executed his wife.""And what about Seren?" Garrick sneers, stepping closer so his dark breath hot against my cheek. "She survived that night only because you

I shook my head and weakly leaned back against the leather seat of the war-carriage, the scent of fresh blood and crushed herbs lingering heavy in my nostrils. "Anything will do."I had not engaged in physical combat, yet my human body felt abnormally drained, my soul weighed down by the constant territorial clashes.Noticing my exhaustion, Caelan leaned across the cabin, his broad chest blocking out the dim light of the magical lanterns as he secured my heavy leather harness for me. "We will return to the primary compound for the feast. After you feed, you must rest your frame."Nodding silently, I closed my eyes, letting the rhythmic sway of the iron wheels lull me into a light daze.The following days offered no relief from the bone-deep fatigue that settled into my marrow. I was only four months along with the Alpha's pup; my waist had expanded to accommodate the growing bloodline, but my broad frame still allowed me to move through the territory to manage the pack ledgers.The co

Mrs. Eriksen had prepared the meat and roots in the hearth room, but my frail human body felt constantly drained, so I rarely spent time over the fires. Most suns, pressing sweet berries and heating broth was the extent of my effort.In terms of physical endurance, Seren Hollowmere and I were cast from the same mold. In cycles past, my elder kin always claimed that females of human descent should not exhaust their broad frames over heavy hearth labor, urging us to study territory scrolls and learn the ancient ledger runes instead.As moons passed, the hearth remained a space I seldom touched. Now that I looked back through my human memories, I knew my kin simply sought to shelter my soft frame from the harsh realities of pack life.Yet, remaining idle within the primary villa of the Royal Alpha Quarter felt like a waste of the sun. Gathering the raw ingredients, I poured press-oil into the iron skillet over the open flame.Just then, Caelan descended the broad timber staircase, fresh