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Grace went still in the middle of her own sentence, her hand frozen against my stomach, and that stillness frightened me more than anything she could have said out loud.We'd met again two days after the first examination, this time in the small, private healer's room Grace kept tucked away in the east wing of the packhouse, far enough from prying eyes that we could speak freely without worrying about who might overhear. She'd wanted to confirm the pregnancy more thoroughly, using techniques passed down through generations of pack healers, methods that went beyond simple observation into something closer to instinct honed by years of practice."Lie back for me," she said, her tone gentle but focused, the same careful precision she brought to every patient regardless of how much she cared about them personally. "I want to listen properly this time."I did as she asked, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling while she pressed her palms flat against my stomach, eyes closed, her breathing s

I walked into the nursery wing to find strangers measuring my future like it was already theirs to redesign.It had been a week since the balcony, since Lucas sat beside me in silence while the moon climbed full and indifferent overhead, and I'd thrown myself back into the exhausting work of simply surviving each day since. Grace's herbs helped with the worst of the nausea. Olivia checked on me daily, suspicious of my sudden insistence on resting more, though she hadn't pushed hard enough yet to demand the truth I still wasn't ready to give her.I hadn't expected to find two unfamiliar seamstresses standing in the nursery wing, measuring tape stretched between them, fabric swatches scattered across what used to be a quiet, unused sitting room near the family quarters."Excuse me." I stepped into the doorway, confusion giving way quickly to something colder as I took in the scene properly. "What exactly is happening in here?"One of the seamstresses straightened immediately, recognitio

She mentioned the wrong year, just once, just barely, and I would have missed it entirely if I hadn't already been listening for exactly that kind of mistake.I'd taken to attending more of Serena's careful little gatherings than I strictly needed to, the small luncheons and informal council teas where she liked to drop fragments of her supposed history with Alex into idle conversation. Nobody else seemed to notice the pattern. Most of the pack simply absorbed each new detail as confirmation of something they already believed, charmed enough by her easy warmth that they never thought to question the architecture holding the whole story together.I noticed. I'd made noticing my entire purpose since the night Ava nearly let the truth slip in that study, since Clara told me about Margaret's suspicions, since I'd started quietly tracking every contradiction Serena left scattered behind her like breadcrumbs she never bothered counting.Isabella was the one who handed me this particular thr

I should have felt satisfied watching Serena dismantle Clara's credibility in front of the entire pack, and instead I spent the rest of the night feeling like I'd swallowed something rotten.I hadn't expected her to say any of it. I'd known, vaguely, that Serena harbored suspicions about how quickly Clara had become Luna, the kind of comments she'd dropped carefully in private over the past weeks, always couched in concern rather than accusation. I hadn't expected her to take those suspicions and weaponize them in front of the entire gathered pack, dressed up as reluctant honesty while she dismantled another woman's reputation piece by deliberate piece.I watched Clara's face during the accusation, and something in her expression, the controlled, careful stillness of someone absorbing a blow she refused to let anyone see land, settled uneasily in my chest for reasons I couldn't fully articulate.She hadn't denied it loudly. She hadn't begged the pack to believe her. She'd simply stood

I found him exactly where the tracks suggested he'd be, half-starved and hiding in a ravine three days outside our territory, and within the hour I had every answer I'd been hunting for and none of the relief I expected to feel getting them. The trail had taken weeks to follow properly. Rogue survivors from the original ambush had scattered fast after the attack, but rogues without a pack rarely vanish completely, not when hunger and desperation eventually force them back toward territories with easier prey. I'd tracked rumors through three different border patrols before finally narrowing down a name, then a location, then finally, exhausted and running on barely any sleep, an actual scent trail leading into contested woodland nobody claimed particularly carefully. He didn't fight much when I found him. Whatever fire had driven him during the ambush itself had long since burned down to something brittle and frightened, a wolf who'd clearly spent the past weeks expecting exactly this