MAGNUS’ POV I woke up to the soft weight of Keira’s breath against my chest and the faint scent of pine that always clung to our sheets. Soft light slipped through the curtains and painted gold lights across her face. She slept deeply, lashes resting against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted. One of her hands lay curled near my side as if she had reached for me even in sleep. I stayed still and watched her. The White Wolf. That truth settled heavily in my chest like a stone from a fallen building. She was the one the old records had spoken of, the only bloodline that could draw the darkness from the ancient stone lodged inside my chest and end the curse that had eaten at me for years. Every healer and every scholar had hunted for that wolf across territories and generations. Now she was sleeping in my house, on the same bed, right next to me as my wife, and the knowledge burned behind my ribs. I would not speak of it to her, not yet, not until I knew the cost.I eased away from
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