Sylvia Fenris' POVWe did go back to the celebration, though something in me had shifted after Rosalind's quiet warning, a low hum of unease threading beneath the warmth of the fire and the music and the laughter still rising from every corner of the camp."You're thinking too hard again," Thoros murmured against my temple, pulling me gently back into the rhythm of the evening."I can't help it." I let him lead me anyway, weaving between clusters of celebrating wolves, some of whom stopped to press congratulations into our hands, well wishes for the newly named mate bond, for the restoration, for a night that felt, despite everything, genuinely worth celebrating. "Every time something good happens lately, I keep waiting for the other blow to land.""That's fair," Thoros admitted. "But Sylvia, if we spend every good night bracing for th
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