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Instead, she was somber. "I'm not here for a fight." Rowan's mother began. "I'm only here to announce to everyone that Elara Winterfell is my daughter-in-law. She is Rowan's fiancée and her children are my grandchildren. That is all." She smiled. Her confidence was mind-blowing, but I was struck by the statement she just made. Me? Rowan's fiancée? Rowan and I hadn't even discussed that yet. Why was she moving too fast?

Lenore corrected, I didn’t even notice she was behind me, “Lord Rowan married her. She should be— “It’s fine.” I stopped her, trying to broker the tension, “You can call me Anora.” Anna’s brow arched, “Lady Anora. I never thought he would claim his Luna one day. There were always rumors of a mate to the blood moon king, I just wasn’t expecting it to be someone other than me.” She dropped the truth me without care and I wished she didn’t see the color drain from my face, but it did. It couldn’t hold my gasp, her sudden revelation of having eyes for Rowan himself took me aback.

“You were going to hand me over to Elvira without even telling me? Let her perform gods-know-what kind of dangerous procedure that could kill my child? Did you even stop for a second to think about what that means?” He doesn't respond immediately, but his jaw tightens, and his fingers curl into fists. “I found out from strangers, Kael Whispering in the damn library, like I’m some experiment they’re excited to see fail! Is that what I am to you? A test subject?” Using his name without adding his title feels strange on my tongue, but that's what my wolf wants, she wants him to know we are not weak, we are willing to ignore his position. This is the Rowan that got angry at the infirminary, this

Rowan moved to her side then stood protectively in front of her and stared at the elders. The rest of our group came to a stand next to us. “I don't care about what just happened.” Rowan started, his voice calm. “In case you don't know, Kaida is my mate and if any of you tries to lay a finger on her you'll answer me.” Kael laid a hand on his shoulder, his expression filled with curiosity and respect. “I don't think anyone is threatening Kaida, Prince Rowan. They just want answers, there's no denying that what we just saw was quite… strange.”

It was beautiful, almost serene, yet it carried an unbearable weight, a reminder of what they had lost. “He’s still here,” Aelira whispered again, her voice trembling but firm. She reached out toward the thread, her moonlight weaving through the air, trying to connect with it. But no matter how close she got, it remained just out of reach, untouchable, ethereal. “Rowan gave himself to save us. To save everything.”

The king’s jaw was set in a hard line, every muscle tense and ready for the next attack. Rowan rode a few lengths behind, his blade still drawn and stained with the blood of Elara’s scouts. His charismatic mask had cracked slightly during the skirmish, revealing the conflicted man beneath. He kept glancing at Caelan, the old hunger mixed with something new — calculation, perhaps even regret. “The pass is only a few hours ahead,” Rowan called out, voice carrying over the sound of hooves. “Elara will be waiting. She won’t come alone. If she truly believes the bond is corrupting the land, she’ll try to force the ritual on the spot.”

"Speaking of Ivan's death, I heard you had a close relationship with Rowena." Ayla blinked, seemingly surprised that Mariah would bring up the subject. She nodded anyway. "You could say that. Why?" "Oh, it's nothing, Ayla. I'm just a little curious," Mariah replied more casually, noticing that Ayla didn't seem suspicious of her in the least. "After all, not many werewolves befriend witches." A broad smile spread across Ayla's lips, and even her eyes sparkled as she replied. "Fate brought Rowena and me together. Then, all of a sudden, we just became close."

Kael’s jaw tightened, but the pressure eased a fraction. I heard Lunessa’s name more than once as Markel and Rowan spoke. Each time, Rowan’s expression darkened further. Then he broke away and strode toward us. “Kael Nightborne,” he said, voice clipped. “I’m Rowan. Alpha of Ashencoil Valley.” “And you’re not pleased to see us,” Kael replied. His tone was calm, but it held an edge. His power pulled back slightly, though it did not disappear. “Did you really think you needed two dozen wolves to take me down?”

“You can’t be serious! Forgotten I was the one who brought him to become the alpha in exchange I will be his Luna?” “We are bound by tradition, Elara,” Elder Torin said, his voice growing serious. “Rowan is the Alpha, and no one can challenge his choice now. The ritual has been performed.” I opened my mouth to argue, but the words caught in my throat. It felt like a dream. A nightmare. “So that’s it, then? There’s nothing I can do?” “There is nothing you can do,” Elder Roslyn repeated, they all look convinced nodding their head at each other.

"About Lysa. Something I have not told you yet." He waits. "In the first life," I say carefully. "She and Caelan were not just allies. They were—" I find the word. "Together. In the way that people are together when they have been in the same dangerous secret for long enough that the danger becomes its own kind of intimacy." Riven does not react visibly. But something shifts in his attention, a sharpening. "How long?" he says. "I do not know exactly," I say. "Long enough that it was established before I died. Long enough that she knew about the plan. She was not a bystander who was informed after. She was part of it from the beginning."