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“Let her speak,” Damon said.since my arrival he had only spoke nowHe sat in the Alpha’s seat above the council, and the exhaustion on his face was impossible to miss. The past few weeks had clearly worn him down. I forced myself not to look at him for too long, even though I could feel his eyes following me as I walked to the center of the hall. “Lady Vivienne told this council that she was forced to do it,” I said, keeping my voice calm and steady, just as Mara had taught me during weeks of training that had nothing to do with fire. “She says a Bloodmoon agent threatened her family and left her with no choice. Before anyone decides how much mercy that deserves, I want to ask her one simple question.” Vivienne lifted her chin, her composure returning like armor sliding back into place. “Ask whatever you want,” she said. “I have nothing left to hide.” “If you were truly forced,” I asked, “why did you plan

The scout’s words hit me harder than the cold river wind. For a moment I could only stare at him, waiting for him to say he had misspoken. but he didn’t. Damon went very still beside me. The kind of stillness that came before violence. “They want her?” he asked quietly. “Yes, my Alpha.” My stomach twisted. Bloodmoon didn’t want land. They didn’t want prisoners. They wanted me. Damon stepped closer to the scout, his voice calm enough to be dangerous. “Who delivered the message?” “A cloaked rider. He carried the black crescent banner and spoke the terms in front of the checkpoint guards. He said Bloodmoon would wait until sunset for your answer.” “And if I refuse?” The scout swallowed. “He said the nort

The war council convened in Ashwood's pack large hall before dawn, Crimson Hollow and Ashwood elders seated on opposite sides of the same table for the first time in three generations, an arrangement that still felt strange every time I looked at it directly, like something the world hadn't quite decided to allow yet."The parley site the Bloodmoon pack named it a valley two days north," Damon said, spreading a worn map across the table. "Open ground, easy to defend from any direction, which means they chose it because it's easy to defend from any direction. They're not planning an ambush there. They're planning a show of force.""Then we give them a show of force back," Rowe said. "Match their numbers, hold the valley mouth, and let Sera walk in only far enough to draw their leadership out into the open.""That still puts her within striking distance," Damon said."Everything about this plan puts me within striking distance," I said. "T

The valley turned to chaos within seconds, Ashwood and Crimson Hollow warriors crashing into Bloodmoon's line from three directions at once, the sound of steel and shouting and the strange crackle of two different kinds of fire filling the open ground where minutes earlier there had only been silence and Kael's carefully measured voice. I Stood at the center of it, fire wrapped around both fists, using it the way Mara had taught me, controlled bursts instead of wild flares that would burn through my own strength too fast to last through what was clearly going to be a long fight.Damon fought his way toward me through the press of bodies, blade catching torchlight that had no business existing in open daylight except that someone on Bloodmoon's side had brought fire of their own, unnatural and orange, nothing like the silver flame answering to my blood, throwing strange shifting light across a battlefield that had already grown too loud and too fast for me to track everything happening

We came through the eastern gate at a dead run, lungs burning, legs aching from the long ride, and found the courtyard in chaos. Crimson Hollow’s warriors fought a scattered line against attackers who had breached the walls hours ago, using our absence to their advantage while we battled miles away. Smoke drifted above the roofs, carrying the smell of blood, ash, and splintered wood. Shouts collided with the ringing of steel. Rowe found us first, blood on his blade and a wound running along one arm. He had not bothered to wrap it. “They came through the old servants’ tunnels under the eastern wall,” he said, voice steady despite his pale face. “Someone gave them the maps. We’re holding the inner courtyard. They’ve got the granary and half the eastern wing.” “How many?” my father demanded, already moving. “Thirty, maybe forty. Fewer than expected. They weren’t counting on numbers. They were counting on surprise, and on all of us being away when it mattered.” My father’s jaw ti