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The full council convened the next morning, and for the first time in Ravenwood’s recent history, it convened with Marlowe wolves seated openly among the elders, no pretense of separate territories, no careful diplomatic distance maintained between two packs that had, until weeks ago, considered each other enemies.Griffin stood at the head of the gathered assembly alongside Silas, something that would have seemed impossible even a month earlier now settled into place with a grim practicality neither man seemed inclined to question too closely.“Vesper’s message was clear,” Griffin said, addressing the combined council. “This is no longer a conflict between Marlowe and Ravenwood, or even a conflict about Sloane specifically. Vesper intends to destroy both our packs to prove he’s strong enough to rule whatever remains. That makes this everyone’s war now, regardless of which territory you call home.”Corwin, still presiding with the same weathered gravity he’d brought to Damon’s judgmen

Chapter 83: Grudging Respect, Round TwoThe war room smelled like old parchment and stronger coffee than either pack typically brewed, a habit Cassian had apparently introduced sometime in the past week that Silas had taken to with the enthusiasm of a man who’d clearly been underslept for longer than was wise.“Vesper’s old pack,” Cassian said, spreading a fresh set of notes across the table. “I’ve been reconstructing what I can from fragments, Ines’s memory, a few surviving accounts from wolves who fled before the purges finished. I want your read on something.”Silas leaned over the table, studying the rough territory map Cassian had sketched. “What am I looking for.”“Pattern,” Cassian said. “He didn’t purge his pack randomly. Every wolf who disappeared had one thing in common. They’d challenged him publicly, even once, even mildly. Questioned a decision in open council, pushed back on a hunting strategy, anything that registered as dissent in front of witnesses.”“He eliminates an

Griffin wanted to pull every trainee from active rotation. He said as much at the war council the next morning, voice hard with the particular fury of grief that had nowhere else to go, and for a moment, listening to him outline a plan to restrict nearly a third of the combined pack’s fighting force to the inner compound indefinitely, Sloane understood exactly how close he was to making a decision out of raw pain rather than clear judgment.“That removes nearly sixty fighters from every rotation,” Cassian said carefully. “Including several who performed well yesterday, who fought hard enough to pull wounded trainees clear before real reinforcements arrived.”“I don’t care about performance,” Griffin snapped. “I care about not losing another Finn because we sent children into a war Vesper’s already proven he’ll target without hesitation.”“They’re not children,” Silas said quietly. “Some of them, yes, younger than ideal. But Finn was fifteen, old enough by both our packs’ traditions to

It started small enough that Sloane almost dismissed it entirely, a faint, unfamiliar warmth beneath her collarbone that didn’t match any of the mark’s usual patterns, flickering at odd moments with no clear trigger she could identify.“It’s not reacting to any of us specifically,” Cassian said, studying the faint gold shimmer with the particular focus he brought to anything he couldn’t immediately explain. “Does it hurt?”“No,” Sloane said, turning her collarbone toward the lamp light. “It’s not painful at all. It’s just strange. Almost like it’s humming, rather than flaring the way it usually does when one of you is near.”“When did you first notice it.”“Two days ago,” she admitted. “Around the time Dax made it back. I didn’t think much of it at the time, given everything else happening.”Cassian’s expression sharpened with sudden focus. “Show me the exact pattern, if you can describe it.”Sloane concentrated, trying to recall the sensation precisely. “It’s steadier than the usual

Silas found Griffin alone at the war table past midnight, maps spread across every surface, the particular exhaustion of a man who’d stopped sleeping properly weeks ago etched deep into his face.“You should rest,” Silas said.“So should you.” Griffin didn’t look up from the troop positions he’d been studying for the better part of an hour. “I don’t think either of us has slept properly since the training yard.”Silas settled across from him, something weighing visibly on his mind beyond simple exhaustion. “I need to tell you something. I should have told you sooner, and I didn’t, out of cowardice I’m not proud of.”Griffin finally looked up, alert now despite his exhaustion. “Tell me.”“I know a weakness in Vesper’s forces,” Silas said. “Something only someone who watched him build his following closely enough would recognize. I’ve known it for days. I didn’t say anything because acting on it requires admitting something about my own failures that I’ve been avoiding.”“What weakness.