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Damion arrived at the Thorne compound unannounced two days after the celebration, and Aria understood, the moment Mira came to fetch her with an apologetic look on her face, that her uncle rarely did anything without deliberate purpose."He's waiting in the east receiving room," Mira said. "He asked for you specifically, my lady. Not the Alpha."That detail alone was enough to sharpen Aria's attention. Damion's visits since the wedding had always, at least in form, extended courtesy to Kade as well, a private audience with only her present was new, and new, where her uncle was concerned, rarely meant n

 The Council session convened at midday in the great hall, formal in a way that required every attending elder to observe the old customs precisely; ceremonial robes, the ritual oath of continued peace renewed at the opening of each session, and, as Kade had predicted, bare hands laid flat upon the ancient oath-stone at the center of the assembly table. Aria had dressed with unusual care that morning, choosing formal Voss colors deliberately rather than the softer Thorne palette she'd favored since the wedding, a small, calculated choice meant to remind the assembled Council of exactly whose blood ran through her, whose memory she still carried, in case anyone present had begun to wonder whether marriage had softened her loyalty to her father's name. She needed, today of all days, to look like precisely what everyone in th

Word from Aria's mother arrived nine days later, carried by a trusted courier rather than the formal post — a precaution Aria had insisted upon, unwilling to risk any correspondence regarding Damion passing through channels he might have eyes on.The letter was brief, cautious in its own right, her mother's careful hand betraying none of the alarm Aria suspected she must have felt receiving her daughter's request. *The fragment you asked about still exists,* she'd written. *I've kept your father's old books exactly as he left them. The margin note you remember reads only "D ...." before the ink trails away, precisely as you described. I don't know what troubles you, Aria, but I trust you have good reason to ask, and I trust you to be careful. Whatever this concerns, I would ask that you tell me when you're able. I have carried enough unanswered questions about your father's final months to last several lifetimes.*Aria read the letter twice, her chest tight with a familiar ache — her

Rurik submitted the formal request for a Council session the following morning, worded with the same careful ambiguity Kade and Aria had agreed upon the night before — *matters of urgent significance concerning the origins of the current treaty* — vague enough to avoid alarming anyone prematurely, specific enough that no elder could later claim they'd been misled about the session's importance. Aria watched the request leave the compound with a strange, hollow feeling settling into her chest, the culmination of weeks of careful, secretive labor now set irrevocably into motion. There would be no pulling back from this point forward, no quiet retreat into continued patience if the plan faltered. Once the request reached the full Council, Damion would know, within hours, that something significant was being brought against him, even if the precise shape of it remained hidden unti

The great hall had never felt so full to Aria as it did the following morning — every seat along the long assembly table occupied, the surrounding gallery packed with lesser nobles and household representatives from both packs, drawn by rumors that had clearly spread further overnight than she and Kade had hoped to contain. She sat beside Kade in the row reserved for the Alpha and his consort, her hands folded carefully in her lap to hide their trembling, watching the hall fill with a mixture of curiosity and unease that seemed to hang thick in the air. Damion sat in his usual place among the Voss elders, composed and unreadable, exchanging quiet greetings with those seated near him as though this were any ordinary session rather than the reckoning Aria understood it to actually be. Rurik called the session to