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“He’s offering something.” “What?” Luna asked. “A boundary.” Theron frowned. “They already have one.” “No. A temporary one.” Aurora pointed toward the river west of Blackwood. “The wild packs will stay north and east of the river for three days. The Wardens will remain south of the eastern ridge. Nobody hunts across either line, nobody enters settlements, and nobody follows wolves into the forest.” Theron stared at Varro. “Three days for what?” “To compare what each side remembers.” Darius looked impressed. “Varro suggested that?”

She stopped a few feet away. “I’m still inside the territory.” “For now.” She crossed her arms lightly. “You’re not here to threaten me.” “No.” “Then why follow me?” The Warden’s silver eyes moved across the forest canopy before returning to her. “You stabilize faster than expected.” “You’ve mentioned that.” “Yes.” She studied him for a moment. “You’re worried.” That made him pause. Wardens, apparently, did not expect to be analyzed. “You interpret quickly,” he said. “You’re not hiding it.”

“Oh, I know, like a cop scanner?” My old boss had one; he used to listen to it all the time. That’s how he knew when the VCPD were likely to barge in and raid the place. Lauren nodded. “The wolf pack doesn’t need one because theirs is built-in,” she joked, tapping the side of her head. “But the bear rangers do. We can only sense when our loved ones are in danger.” My heart skipped. “Wait, what? How does that work?”

From the doorway the warden entered the room to Bohdan and Cara’s surprise. “What are you doing here warden?” Bohdan asked. “The guard said I had till one.” “I have good news to tell you, I managed to find two more women for you to kill today. I got word from the governor of Wisconsin this morning and he’s willing to send them. The only problem is that they won’t arrive until five. The president is willing to stay late but I want to make sure we put on a great show since we’re making him wait.”

Rising at least twenty stories into the air, it resembled a tree house that had been shaped and formed from the branches and trunks of the trees that populated the forest. As we walked to the front doors - solid wood doors that were so intricately carved they caught my breath - they opened. A small cadre of Wardens exited the home. Dressed in blue and white tunics over what looked like leather pants, they were a formidable bunch. Unlike the fake Wardens who had invaded our rooftop with their nonsense, these Wardens all had normal human shades of hair. The main difference I could readily spot between our two races: ears. Theirs were pointed at the tips. Other than that, I would have been hard

The leader pulled off his bone mask, revealing a weathered face lined with gray scars and deep, piercing blue eyes that stared at Selene’s glowing crest in open astonishment. "I am Bran," the warrior said, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly tone of respect. "Warden of the Northern Ridge. For three generations, my family has guarded the ascent to the Frost-Spire, waiting for the true sign. The High Council sent men with silver and iron to demand entry, but the mountain always turned them back with blizzard and stone." Selene stepped forward, extending a hand to bid him rise. As Bran stood, he cast a wary glance at Kael, taking in the former High Alpha’s lack of a golden aura and his qui

It was someone running. Fast. Moments later, Matthias burst through the trees, breathing hard. “There you are.” His relief was obvious. “Elias is looking everywhere.” He stopped when he noticed Arawn. His expression darkened. “I should’ve guessed.” ⸻ Matthias turned to Rowan. “We have a problem.” Her stomach tightened. “What happened?” “Three Wardens on the northern watch never checked in.” The words hung in the cool night air. “Wolves?” Rowan asked.

"Stand down, Torin!" From the upper ridge, a towering figure draped in the pure white fur of a mountain bear descended the stone steps. It was Chieftain Gunnar, the ruler of the Northern Border Clans. His silver-streaked beard caught the frost, and his eyes held the ancient, heavy wisdom of a seasoned warlord. He walked past his scouts, his gaze locked entirely onto King Ethan. "Ethan," Gunnar said, inclining his head a mere fraction of an inch. "You risk a bloody war by bringing armed elite guards across my monoliths without an invitation."

No Luna Bear previously had the added issue of being a royal princess, and I needed to be extra cautious. "She is used to two gaurds on her detail. Rori's gaurd was interchangeable with her twins growing up, but when we turned older, the gaurd was reduced when we were all together. However, she won't be surrounded by a huge group of Alpha's, so I need to ensure she is safe in the bear pack. I couldn't face it if she was hurt on my watch. "Do you think the King will agree to removing her werewolf gaurd?" Aiden asked.

Alpha Anders and Alpha Duncan had oversight responsibilities of the compound, although the former Alphas Callan and Michael, since no longer acting as Alphas, were taking on a lot of responsibility to increase security at the compound. I started walking towards my cabin, passing by Adam, one of my other guardian wolves. Raina had explained that the guardian wolves can often pick up on where we are, something that is most useful for keeping the red wolves safe. Sometimes the guardian wolves will simply show up where we are, especially if we have left the main house on the compound or our own home. “Hey Coral. How is it going?” Adam said as he walked up. I shrugged, taking a deep breath. “It i