GHOSTS FROM THE PASTAURELIA'S POVA strange awareness crawled up the back of my neck as I lifted my eyes from the petitioner kneeling before the dais.I glanced toward the grand entrance of the throne room, then froze.Rowan Everclaw stood there, framed by the tall doors and the morning light behind him. The sight struck me so hard that it felt like a hand closing around my throat. For one dizzying second, I wasn't sitting on a throne beside a king.I was back in the east garden at Mooncrest.I could hear Rowan's laughter drifting through the evening air. I could hear him telling his friends that I wasn't special, that my wolf was weak, and that he only stayed with me because I was easy.The memory struck so deeply that I forgot to breathe.He looked different from the man I remembered. Smaller, somehow, even though he hadn't actually changed in size. His shoulders, which once carried so much confidence, were now tense and hunched. When his eyes met mine across the crowded room, the
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