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“A letter for a dead man just got delivered to our border.”I stood next to Rhydian in the holding cell under the pack house. The air felt damp and heavy. A rogue wolf from Jax Thorn’s pack sat chained to the wall, bruised but defiant. One of our patrols had caught him sneaking near the eastern line at dawn.Rhydian held up a sealed letter. “This was on him. Addressed to Elio Vance. Dated three days ago. Explain yourself.”The rogue smirked. “Not my job to explain. Just deliver. Your golden boy made promises. We expect him to keep them.”I felt the pull again. My eyes locked on the letter. “Let me see it. Something about the writing feels familiar.”Rhydian handed it over but stayed close. “Careful. It might be trapped or coded.”I turned the paper in my hands. The seal was Jax Thorn’s mark. My fingers moved on their own, tracing the symbols along the edge.

“Someone is trying to erase me faster.”The words left my mouth in a rush as Mira Kane walked into the room carrying her healer’s bag. My head throbbed worse than usual. The migraines had turned sharp after the training yard. Rhydian stood by the window watching her closely.Mira smiled like any concerned healer. “Let me take a look at you, Soren. These headaches sound nasty. I brought something special to help calm the storms in your mind.”I sat on the edge of the bed, eyes narrowed. “Special how? I have had headaches before. Never needed rare herbs for them.”She set her bag down and pulled out a small pouch. “This root eases the pressure. Very effective for cases like yours. Mix it in hot water and drink it slow.”Rhydian crossed his arms. “Will it stop the memories too? Or just the pain?”Mira poured hot water from a kettle into a cup. “It should quiet

“Why are you really looking for weapons?”Rhydian cornered me in the training yard the next morning, voice sharp enough to cut. His eyes burned with suspicion. Pack enforcers stood nearby watching us closely. I had barely slept after the cellar discovery and now this.“I told you already,” I said, holding my ground. “The dream pulled me there. It was not my choice. Elio’s memory showed me the way like I had walked it a hundred times.”Rhydian stepped closer, arms crossed. “I do not buy that. No ghost guides people through hidden doors. You went looking for those silver blades yourself. Tell me the truth. Are you working with someone against me?”I shook my head fast. “I am not. The compulsion took over. One minute I was in bed, next my feet were moving on their own. I felt sick the whole time but I could not stop.”He rubbed his jaw, thinking. “Words are cheap rig

“I should not be here.”The words slipped out in a shaky whisper as I woke up shivering under thin blankets. Cold sweat stuck my shirt to my skin. Another dream from Elio had pulled me under. This one showed a secret cellar beneath the pack house, dark and full of metal that gleamed with danger. My legs moved before my mind caught up. The compulsion tugged at me like invisible strings. I slipped out of the room while the halls were still quiet.The pack house felt different at this hour. Shadows stretched long across the stone floors. I found the old tapestry in the back storage room just like the memory showed. My hands pushed it aside and revealed a narrow door. The hinges creaked when I pulled it open. Damp air hit my face as I crept down the stone steps.My heart hammered the whole way. This was not me. Soren would never sneak around like this. But the pull was too strong. I reached the bottom and lit a small lantern hanging on the

Soren's Pov “You are bleeding because of me.”I winced as Rhydian pressed a clean cloth to the cut on my arm. The room was quiet after the chaos of the ridge fight. Just us in his quarters, lantern light flickering across his tense face. My body ached but the worst part was how his touch sent confusing warmth through me.“It is nothing,” he said, voice low. He kept his eyes on the wound, cleaning it carefully. “You jumped in front of that wolf for me. Why? You could have been killed out there.”I swallowed hard. “Instinct took over. One second I was watching the fight, next I was moving. Like I knew exactly where the attack would come from. My legs just carried me. It was not even a choice.”Rhydian finished bandaging my arm and moved to the small scrape on my cheek. His fingers were gentle, but I felt the tension in them. “You should not have been out there. You are still recovering from those episodes. What if next time the pain hits in the middle of a fight? I cannot lose you like

Soren's Pov“Stop looking at me like I am already gone.”My voice cracked as another wave of pain ripped through my skull. Rhydian had not left my side all night. He sat on the floor with me, back against the wall, his strong arms keeping me steady every time the memories tried to drown me. The room felt too small, too warm with his scent mixed in the air.“I am not going anywhere,” he said quietly. His hand rubbed slow circles on my back. “Breathe through it, Soren. Tell me what you see this time.”I squeezed my eyes shut against the pounding. “A private moment. You and him under the old oak behind the training grounds. Late at night. You were arguing about pack duties keeping you apart. Then you pulled him close and said you would always choose him first, no matter what the elders thought. It felt so real. Like I lived it. I could even smell the pine needles and feel the cold bark against my back.”Rhydian went completely still. His breath hitched. “That night happened exactly like