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The Hollow didn’t just erupt. It detonated.Lilith moved first, faster than I’d ever seen her, putting herself bodily between Garron and Nico, claws already lengthening from her fingertips. Two of Garron’s enforcers lunged to intercept her, and Caska’s voice cracked through the chaos like a whip, ancient and furious, invoking an old authority I didn’t fully understand but that froze every Draugmoor wolf in the chamber regardless.“No blood in the Hollow,” she said. “Not while judgment remains unfinished.”It didn’t stop Garron. He stepped toward Nico anyway, slow and deliberate, testing whether the old law held any weight against an enforcer answering to nothing sacred.My father moved before I did.Magnus stepped directly into Garron’s path, close enough that I watched his jaw tighten with a violence I’d never seen him show outside a training ring. “You will not touch him,” he said, voice carrying through the chamber with an authority that silenced even the wolves still circling for

“You’re not his cousin,” Lilith said, finally finding her voice, stepping forward with a fury that cracked through the silence Garron had so carefully constructed around himself, every word shaking with restrained violence. “You’re an enforcer. The Accord sent enforcers to find bloodlines like his and end them before they could ever become exactly this.”Garron didn’t deny it. He simply smiled, the kind of smile that confirmed everything without giving anyone the satisfaction of an admission.“I was sent eighteen years ago,” he said, “before either of you were old enough to understand what you were carrying.” His eyes moved to Nico with an intimacy that made my chest burn with something violent. “I found your mother first. I found her, and I let her live, because killing a half-blood without proof felt like wasted effort when I could simply wait and watch what she produced.”The Hollow had gone so silent I could hear my own pulse hammering against the mark scorched into my palm.“You’

“So you knew.”The words left me before I’d decided to say them, low and disbelieving, aimed at a man who had never once in twenty-four years allowed me to catch him by surprise. But I caught him now. I watched it happen in real time, watched the careful architecture of his expression shift by exactly one degree, which for my father was the equivalent of screaming.“I suspected it,” Magnus said quietly.“That’s not the same thing as knowing.” My voice climbed, something I had never once allowed in front of elders, in front of enforcers, in front of anyone who might carry weakness back to the wolves still waiting to devour any sign of it. “You arranged this binding. You chose him specifically, out of every wolf available to you. Did you know what he was before you handed me to him like a solution to a problem you never had the courage to solve yourself?”Caska’s milky eyes moved between us, unreadable, patient in the way only someone who had survived centuries of exactly this kind of u

The Hollow smelled like old blood and older judgment.I’d forgotten how the walls down here seemed to breathe, stone slick with centuries of testimony, the kind of cold that lived in your chest long after you climbed back into daylight. Nico walked beside me in silence, his wrist still chained loosely to mine by enforcers who clearly didn’t trust either of us not to bolt, though where exactly we’d run in a chamber with one entrance remained a mystery they hadn’t bothered explaining.Lilith trailed behind us, flanked by two of my father’s guards, her face carved into the careful blankness of someone calculating every possible outcome and finding none of them survivable.The elders were already seated when we arrived. Five of them, ancient enough that their faces had stopped registering surprise decades ago, robes the color of dried blood pooling around chairs that had outlasted every Alpha who’d ever sat in judgment before them.My father stood at the center, not seated, because Magnus

“Step back from him.” The enforcer’s voice cracked across the hall like a whip, and six wolves fanned out around Nico and me before either of us could decide whether running was an option.It wasn’t. Crowfall enforcers didn’t chase. They ended things.I knew them by name. Tarrow, missing a finger, loyal to my father to the point of worship. Reyes, who’d trained me to fight before I could properly walk.None of them looked at me like an heir. They looked at me like a problem.“This wasn’t supposed to ignite,” Tarrow said, eyes fixed on the violet light crawling across my palm, twined with Nico’s like our hands had been stitched together by something older than either of us. “Someone tampered with the binding.”“Nobody tampered with anything.” My voice came out steadier than I felt, the only skill my father had truly given me: sounding calm while everything underneath burned down.Lilith stepped between the enforcers and her cousin with a recklessness that told me exactly how much she l

My father taught me mercy was a debt I could never afford to collect.I was eleven the first time he made me watch a wolf die for breaking that rule, and twenty-four now, walking into the Draugmoor training hall with that lesson lodged in my chest like a splinter that never worked free. Three days from a binding I hadn’t chosen, to a stranger I hadn’t met, sealing an alliance my father needed more than he’d admit aloud.I told myself I didn’t care who he was. I’d told myself a lot of things this week.The doors groaned open under my hand, and the smell hit first; copper, sweat, the aftertaste of a fight that had ended badly for someone. Good. I preferred my enemies bruised before I negotiated with them.Then I saw him.He stood in the middle of the mats with blood on his mouth and Garron Von cradling a shattered wrist three feet away, and something in my chest did something it had no right to do. It wasn’t recognition, I’d never laid eyes on him before. But my body reacted like it had