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KIAN POV"Torren's trial concludes today. The council wants your verdict before noon."Silas said it quietly, setting a tablet on the small table beside my cot, and I felt the weight of the decision settle over me even before I'd fully processed being asked to make it."What does the council recommend," I asked."Exile, at minimum. Some want execution, given what nearly happened at that compound." Silas's expression stayed carefully neutral. "He's still your Beta of twenty years, Kian. Whatever he did, that history doesn't disappear because of one catastrophic year."I thought of Torren's face in the war room, the genuine grief buried underneath his justification, the twenty years of loyalty that had curdled into something he'd convinced himself was still protection."Bring him to me," I said. "Alone. I want to hear it from him one more time before I decide anything."Torren arrived an hour later, thinner than I remembered, whatever confidence he'd carried into our last conversation e

KIAN POV"Renar's intelligence checks out. Isolde's been meeting with delegations from at least three territories in the last ten days."Silas spread a fresh set of documents across the war table, and I felt the familiar cold weight of dread settle over the room as everyone absorbed the implications."Which territories," I asked."Vask, unsurprisingly, given Dorian's history with us. Kestrel Hollow, further north. And one I didn't expect." Silas hesitated. "Ren Achara's own extended family holdings, on her mother's side. Not the King's direct territory, but close enough to raise uncomfortable questions."I felt something twist sharply in my chest. "You think Ren's compromised.""I think we need to ask her directly, rather than assume either way," Silas said. "She's earned trust the hard way this past month. I'm not willing to throw that away on a family connection she may have no control over. But I'm also not willing to ignore it."Elira, seated across the table with a fierce concent

KIAN POV"Get down!"I was moving before the last shard of stained glass hit the floor, closing the distance to Elira in three desperate strides as chaos erupted through the ceremonial hall. The air exploded into a dense fog of grey and copper as smoke grenades hissed along the eastern and western entrances. Guests scrambled over overturned chairs and tailored garments, screaming as a sacred moment shattered into an absolute warzone in the space of a single, violent breath.Silas's voice tore through the comm unit pinned against my jaw, sharp with adrenaline. "Multiple breach points, east and west perimeter! Marcus's aerial team is engaging hostiles along the upper ridge, but they're coming in heavy! Kian, this isn't a random raid—this is fully coordinated, exactly like Renar warned us."I reached Elira, tackling her down behind a heavy, overturned oak pew and shielding her body with my own as a high-caliber volley cracked through the upper mezzanine. Plaster and splintered timber rai

ELIRA POV"I can't see her. Kian, I can't see her in this dark."The heat beneath my skin flared brighter in response to the fear, an instinct I didn't fully understand yet but trusted anyway, and the glow rising from my own hands cast enough light to cut through the smoke immediately around us."There," Kian said, pointing toward a shape moving low and fast near the shattered windows, Isolde's silhouette unmistakable even in the chaos.I moved toward her without hesitation, every ounce of fear from the last month, the last four years, the last eighteen years, finally condensing into something I could use instead of something that used me.Isolde turned to face me as I approached, and for the first time since the warehouse, I saw genuine uncertainty behind her composure."You've grown into it faster than I expected," she said, eyeing the light still radiating from my skin. "Your mother never fully claimed her power. She was too frightened of what it made her.""I'm not my mother," I s

ELIRA POV"I know it's not the wedding either of us planned. I know the flowers are gone and half the hall is currently missing a wall."Kian said it quietly, standing before me in the small, quiet chapel Silas had found still intact on the estate's far side, both of us bruised, exhausted, wearing torn remnants of what had once been formal wedding clothes."I don't care about flowers," I said, my voice thick with everything the night had cost and everything it had somehow still preserved. "I care that we're both still standing here to finish this."The twins sat in the front row beside Priya, Wren finally asleep against her shoulder, Rhys fighting exhaustion with fierce determination, unwilling to miss a single moment of what remained of the ceremony. Selene stood nearby, Dmitri beside her, Silas keeping careful watch near the door despite the exhaustion visible in every line of his body.The elder who'd been meant to officiate a full formal ceremony instead spoke a shortened, simpler