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They rode back toward Nocthaven two days after the scouts departed, Callum insisting that the crown could not afford a longer absence from the capital regardless of how much he wanted his daughter to stay, and Wren found the return journey carrying a different weight than the ride out had, grief still present but tempered now by the fragile new certainty growing between her and Alaric, and by the plan set in motion behind them.Seraphine met them in the palace courtyard upon arrival, her composure carrying a tightness that told Wren, even before a word was spoken, that the capital had not simply waited patiently during their absence."Three of the lords who pledged support at the coronation have grown notably quieter this past week," she said, once they were settled in the privacy of the council chamber. "Nothing so bold as withdrawing their allegiance outright, but audiences delayed, correspondence answered more slowly than protocol requires. I suspect Lord Malachi's absence has not

The chamber Corvain led them into was smaller than Wren expected, given the elaborate security required to reach it, a narrow room lined with shelves holding only a handful of sealed boxes, each marked with symbols she did not recognize, faded with age but still carrying a weight that made the hair on her arms rise the moment she stepped across the threshold."The wards themselves are old magic," Corvain said, retrieving a single box from the third shelf with hands that trembled slightly despite decades of practiced archival work. "Older than either House Voss or the Blackthorn line, in truth, drawing on something that predates both our peoples' current understanding of what binds and separates us. Voradine's research began, as I understand it, from genuine scholarly curiosity, an attempt to understand the mechanism more fully so that future generations might strengthen it, rather than simply maintain it through inherited ritual passed down without full comprehension of why it worked.

The days that followed passed in a state of suspended dread Wren had not experienced since the weeks immediately after her mother's death, every meal interrupted by the reflexive urge to check for riders in the courtyard, every night's sleep shallow and easily broken by imagined sounds of messengers arriving with news she was not certain she was prepared to hear.Word from Callum arrived on the third day, brief and urgent, confirming that Ilsa had been moved under heavier guard within the pack lands and that her mate, a steady, quiet wolf named Ren who Wren had always liked without knowing particularly well, had taken the news of the specific danger with the kind of grim, focused resolve she recognized from her father's own bearing during the worst of the crisis. There was no word yet from the scouting party, and the absence of it sat heavier in Wren's chest with each passing day."Silence isn't necessarily bad news," Alaric told her on the fifth evening, finding her once again at the

The joint command structure took shape over the following days with a speed that surprised Wren, given how much careful negotiation she had expected two centuries of mutual distrust to require, and she found herself, alongside Alaric and a handful of trusted officers from both sides, spending long hours in the council chamber turning scouting reports and old treaty maps into something resembling an actual military strategy.Callum arrived on the fourth day of the planning, bringing with him a contingent of Ashwood's most experienced fighters, and the reunion between him and Ilsa carried a relief Wren felt echo through her own chest, watching her father embrace his elder daughter with the particular fierce gratitude of a man who had spent eleven days fearing the worst before word of her safe arrival in Nocthaven finally reached him."This city agrees with you," Callum told Wren later, once the initial flurry of greetings had settled and the war council reconvened to continue its work.

News of the six-week timeline spread through the small inner circle within a day, and Wren watched the war council's already urgent pace sharpen further, Thane and Commander Voss reworking troop coordination schedules with a new intensity, Callum sending word back to the Ashwood lands to accelerate the pack's own mobilization considerably faster than originally planned.Sorcha's final report arrived four days later, carried by Elin herself, who had insisted on returning personally rather than sending the news through a courier, and Wren felt the tight knot of fear that had lived in her chest since the scouts first split weeks ago finally ease at the sight of her, travel-worn and exhausted but whole, standing in the palace courtyard with the particular relief of someone who had survived something considerably more dangerous than she had let on in her earlier messages."We were nearly caught, twice," Elin admitted, once she had eaten and rested enough to give a full account in the priva