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Vesper didn’t wait to understand what he’d just witnessed. He acted, fast and brutal, exploiting the single moment where Griffin, Cassian, and Dax all stood frozen in stunned astonishment at the light still blazing from Sloane’s skin.He grabbed a fallen branch, heavy and sharp-edged, and drove it toward the ground between them and Sloane with enough force to send up a spray of dirt and debris, a crude but effective distraction that bought him the half-second he needed to seize Sloane bodily and haul her backward, away from the brothers’ protective formation.“Sloane!” Griffin’s roar tore through the chaos, but Vesper was already moving, dragging her deeper into the treeline with a desperate strength that belied his earlier wounds.She fought him every step, the mark’s blazing light somehow not enough, on its own, to break his grip entirely, though she registered, even through her panic, that his hands trembled with something that looked almost like genuine pain every time his skin ma

Griffin crashed through the treeline first, Cassian and Dax close behind, and the sight that greeted them stopped all three of them cold for a suspended, disbelieving moment.Sloane stood over Vesper, weapon steady, gold light still radiating faintly from her skin, and the particular fierce, unbroken set of her shoulders told them everything they needed to know about exactly what had happened in the minutes since Vesper had dragged her away from their protection.“Sloane,” Griffin breathed, relief crashing through him so hard his knees nearly buckled.“I’m okay,” she said, not taking her eyes off Vesper, still sprawled and weaponless at her feet. “He’s finished. I finished it.”Cassian moved first, crossing to secure Vesper properly, binding his hands with rope pulled from his own pack while Dax reached Sloane, pulling her carefully into his arms, checking for injuries with the same desperate thoroughness that had become habitual across months of this brutal war.“You fought him alone

The council to decide Vesper’s fate convened three days later, once the worst of the immediate crisis had passed and both packs had begun, slowly, the grim work of counting their dead and tending their wounded properly.Sloane stood beside Griffin as the combined elders gathered, Vesper himself brought before them bound and silent, his earlier manic desperation replaced now by something closer to resigned, cold acceptance.“You understand the charges against you,” Corwin said, his weathered voice carrying clearly through the hall. “Unsanctioned violence against both Marlowe and Ravenwood territory. Hostage-taking. Attempted forced claiming against an unwilling party. The deaths of dozens of fighters across both packs, caused directly by your ambition.”“I understand them,” Vesper said, voice flat. “I don’t deny any of it.”“Do you have anything to say in your defense?”Vesper was quiet for a long moment, something complicated working behind his exhausted expression. “Only that I belie

The full reckoning came slower than the battle itself, stretching across days rather than hours, as both packs settled into the grim, necessary work of understanding exactly what remained after Vesper’s defeat.Sloane spent the following week moving between duties that felt, in their own quiet way, as demanding as anything the battle itself had required. Visiting wounded in the infirmary, where Rowan was slowly, stubbornly recovering despite the healers’ continued concern. Standing beside families at the memorial wall as new names joined the growing list of this war’s cost. Sitting through council sessions where the combined leadership worked through the exhausting, necessary business of rebuilding trust and structure across two territories still adjusting to genuine partnership.“The numbers are sobering,” Cassian said, during one such session, spreading casualty reports across the war table that had, across these past months, become something closer to a second home for all of them.

The evening arrived quiet and unhurried, the first in longer than Sloane could easily remember, free from council sessions or urgent preparations or the particular grief that had defined so much of these past weeks since Vesper’s defeat.She found Griffin, Cassian, and Dax gathered in their room, something easy and relaxed in all three of their expressions that she hadn’t seen genuinely since before the full assault had begun.“No crisis tonight,” Dax said, grinning as she entered, patting the space beside him on the bed. “Cassian actually confirmed it himself, which means it’s officially, scientifically verified.”“I simply reviewed tonight’s schedule and found it genuinely empty,” Cassian said, though his own smile suggested he shared Dax’s relief at the rare, unburdened quiet.Sloane settled among them, feeling the particular comfort of simply existing together without the weight of imminent danger or difficult decisions pressing down on every moment. Griffin pulled her gently agai