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Jace’s POVI knew before I stepped inside the chamber that this wouldn’t be routine. The guards outside wouldn’t meet my eyes.“Alpha.” Elder Whitmore rose the moment I entered, not bothering with formalities. “We’ve reached a decision the council believes is necessary.”“Then let’s hear it.”“Kenna steps aside as Luna,” he said, flat and final, “until this pack recovers from whatever is causing these disasters.”“Based on what evidence?”“The harvest. The garden. The wolves are losing control during the full moon. Jenna’s dreams predicting each disaster before it happened.” He counted them off like they proved themselves simply by existing together. “Every incident traces back to her presence in this house.”“The crop failures existed before her coronation,” I said. “I have

Jace’s POVI took the document straight from the chamber to the archives, unwilling to let the council’s interpretation of it stand unchallenged.“I need every version of the Luna succession laws,” I told the archivist. “Current and historical, all of them.”He returned with a modest stack, and I began comparing them line by line against the elder’s ancient copy. The differences were immediate and troubling. The current laws described succession plainly: bloodline, ceremony, binding. Straightforward, no room for interpretation.The older document contained language the modern records didn’t. References to circumstances under which a Luna could be removed. Conditions mentioned without explanation, tied to traditions I didn’t recognize at all.“Is this the complete document?” I asked, holding up the elder’s copy. “Or a reconstruction?”The archivist hesitated. “Several of the oldest council records are incomplete, Alpha. Some were copied from earlier originals rather than preserved as

Jenna’s POVI waited until the estate had gone fully quiet before slipping out, checking twice that Kenna’s window sat dark and that the guards near the east wall had settled into their usual lazy rotation.The path I took hadn’t seen real use in years, half-swallowed by overgrowth, exactly why I’d chosen it. Nobody wandered this far from the manor without a reason, and I intended to leave no reason for anyone to find.The clearing sat empty when I arrived, quiet enough that I heard the second set of footsteps before I saw the figure step from the treeline.“You’re later than usual,” the voice said, low, unhurried.“I had to be careful. Jace has doubled patrols near the manor since the council meeting.”“Tell me about Kenna.”I gave it plainly, the way I always did, laying out every piece I’d gathered since our last meeting. “The dreams have escalated. A burning settlement, unfamiliar people, the symbol again except this time she drew it herself. Without conscious memory of ever lear

Jace’s POVThe clause about Kenna’s eligibility wouldn’t leave me alone. I needed to know what followed it, and the only way to find that was in the pages the council’s copy didn’t have.“Bring me every surviving version of the treaty,” I told the archivist. “Including anything kept separate from the council’s official records.”“That may take some time, Alpha. The document’s been transferred between archives more than once over the years.”“I have time.”We worked through the copies for hours, cross-referencing pages against older council entries, checking each version against the last for anything that didn’t match. I kept returning to the section following Kenna’s eligibility clause, hoping to find whatever explained why those specific conditions had existed in the first place.I never found it.“These pages are missing,” I said, laying the document flat. “The section right after the replacement clause. It’s simply not here.”The archivist checked the storage record, frowning. “Acc

Jace’s POVI started from the beginning, the way I should have months ago, before fear and relief had let everyone accept Jenna’s return without asking the questions that mattered. I pulled the original wedding arrangements first. The preparations. The reports filed the morning her chamber turned up empty. I laid everything side by side and began comparing what had actually been documented against what Jenna had told the council that first night.The gaps started small.Her account placed her disappearance sometime before dawn, taken from her dressing chamber while the household still slept. But the earliest report I could find — a servant noting the untouched wedding gown, the too-neatly-pushed-in chair — hadn’t been filed until nearly two hours later. Two hours of silence between when she claimed she vanished and when anyone first noticed.I wasn’t ready to call her a liar. Trauma reshaped memory in ways I understood well enough from warriors who’d survived worse than a few months