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They debated my marriage like it was a line item on a budget, and nobody in that room thought to ask if it hurt me to listen.The council chamber felt colder than usual that morning, despite the fire blazing in the hearth, and I stood near the head of the table because some stubborn part of me still refused to sit at the far end like a guest in my own house. Elder Marcus cleared his throat before he'd even finished settling into his seat, and I knew immediately this session would be worse than the last."We've convened today," he began, addressing the room rather than me directly, which somehow stung more than if he'd simply looked me in the eye, "to formally discuss the matter of Luna succession during the Alpha's continued recovery.""There is no matter to discuss." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "I am Luna. That hasn't changed.""With respect, Clara." Another elder, older, his beard streaked gray, folded his hands on the table like he was preparing to deliver something he

The sound stopped me cold in the middle of the hallway, and for three full seconds, I forgot how to breathe.I'd been heading toward the council chamber, half-listening to Ryan run through some minor border report beside me, when I heard it. Humming. Low, soft, barely audible over the ordinary noise of the packhouse, drifting from an open doorway just ahead of us.My wolf reacted before I did.Something rose in my chest, sharp and immediate, a pull so visceral my feet actually slowed without my permission. Ryan kept talking for half a sentence before he noticed I'd stopped listening entirely."Alex?"I didn't answer. I was too busy trying to understand why a simple, wordless tune had just lodged itself somewhere deep in my ribs and refused to let go.Clara stepped into view a moment later, carrying a stack of linens toward the laundry room, completely unaware she'd just detonated something inside me she clearly hadn't intended to. She was still humming, quiet, absent, the kind of habi

A stranger watched me fall apart in front of an entire pack, and somehow his silence felt kinder than every word anyone else had offered me in weeks.I didn't know who he was when I first noticed him, standing near the back of the great hall the night of the announcement, half-shadowed by one of the support columns, dressed in the kind of understated finery that marked him as someone important without needing to announce it himself. I'd been too consumed by my own unraveling to register much beyond the shape of him, a tall, watchful presence who hadn't joined the scattered applause or the murmured toasts.It was Margaret who told me the next morning, finding me in the garden where I'd retreated to avoid the packhouse entirely."Ethan Thorn," she said, settling onto the bench beside me, her voice carrying the particular weight she reserved for things she considered politically significant. "Alpha of the neighboring Thorn territory. He's here on diplomatic business, something about trad

I'd memorized every word of her story so many times I almost believed it myself, right up until the night I caught her in a lie even she didn't notice telling.It happened over dinner, two nights after the engagement announcement, while Serena recounted the proposal story yet again for a cluster of pack elders too charmed to question a single detail. I sat close enough to hear every word, the way I always did, smiling along because that's what cousins do, what family does, even when the family in question has started feeling less like blood and more like a stranger wearing a familiar face."The crooked oak tree by the training grounds," she was saying, laughing softly at her own story. "He was so nervous he dropped to one knee in the mud and ruined his trousers completely."I'd heard this version a dozen times by now. Word for word, almost, the same laugh in the same place, the same fond exasperation when she mentioned the mud. Except this time, she added something new."Of course, th

The room spun so hard I had to grab the edge of the washbasin just to keep from going down.It had been getting worse for days, the dizziness creeping in at odd hours, sharp and sudden, gone almost as quickly as it arrived but leaving behind a lingering nausea that made even the smell of breakfast unbearable. I'd told myself it was stress. Grief. The exhausting weight of watching my marriage dissolve in front of an entire pack while I scrambled to hold together whatever pieces remained mine to protect.But standing there gripping the basin, my knuckles white, my stomach lurching in slow, unpleasant waves, I could no longer pretend the explanation was that simple.Grace found me there minutes later, knocking softly before letting herself into the guest room I still hadn't managed to think of as anything but temporary. She'd been my closest friend since long before either of us carried any real titles, a healer in training back then, the kind of steady, observant presence who noticed th