登入Jasmina's four-month checkup with the healers did not go well.
"The baby's magic is growing," Senna said, examining Jasmina's stomach with both hands and magical sensing. "Stronger every week." "Is that bad?" Jasmina asked. "It's unprecedented. We've never had a child with dual bloodlines like this. Lycan King and witch magic combined." Senna pulled her hands away. "The power is affecting you. Your body is trying to accommodate magic it wasn't desiShe called the meeting for the following week, all six alliance Alphas if they could make it in person or by radio if they couldn't, and told Jetstar to frame the invitation honestly rather than dressing it up as routine business. This was about the Eastern Collective. Everyone needed to come prepared to think, not just listen.Vincent and Marcus came in person. Erik joined by radio from Northern Frost, his voice carrying the particular flatness he got when he was already irritated by something before the conversation had even started. The three southern clan Alphas joined together on a single line, which had become their habit since they'd started coordinating more closely with each other, something Jetstar had noticed and quietly encouraged because three small voices speaking with one coordinated position carried more weight than three small voices speaking separately.Jasmina laid it out the way she'd laid out the Gareth situation eight months earlier, except this time there was no
The representative came in the third week of the new exercises, and he came through the front gate the ordinary way, in a single vehicle, with no escort and no weapons visible, which Stefan noted immediately as either genuine confidence or a deliberate performance of it.His name was Tomas. He was younger than Jasmina expected, maybe early forties, with the kind of unhurried manner that suggested either real calm or extensive practice at appearing calm, and he asked at the gate, politely, whether the Alpha Supreme might have twenty minutes for a conversation.Jasmina took the meeting in the main hall rather than her office, with Stefan present and Elara taking notes, because she wanted this on record from the first sentence.Tomas opened by saying he wasn't there to threaten anyone or deliver an ultimatum, and that he understood word of the Eastern Collective had likely already reached her in some form, and he wanted the chance to explain their position directly rather than let it arr
Sable's new exercise didn't look like much from the outside, which Jasmina had come to expect from her by now, because the most important things Sable did with Kira rarely looked dramatic in the moment and only made sense afterward when she explained the reasoning.What it actually involved was people. Different pack members coming into the nursery one at a time, sitting across from Kira for a few minutes, talking to Sable or to Jasmina about something ordinary, and Sable watching Kira's reaction to each one. Not the content of what was said. The person themselves.Jasmina sat in for most of the sessions over the following two weeks because she wanted to understand what Sable was actually building, and because some part of her—she admitted this to herself plainly, sitting on the nursery floor on a Thursday afternoon—didn't entirely trust herself to stay calm if Sable was right about what this exercise might reveal.The first dozen people who came through were straightforward. Jetstar,
Vincent took two weeks to come back with anything, and when he did it came in a long phone call rather than a written report, because what he'd found wasn't the kind of thing he wanted sitting in a file that other people might eventually read.He said his people had gone through every council record they had access to going back forty years, looking for any mention of a wolf matching Aldric's description, and they'd found almost nothing under that name, which on its own confirmed what Stefan had already suspected—the name was either adopted or it was simply not the one he'd used for most of his life. What they had found was a single thread, thin and circumstantial, that connected a man matching his rough age and description to a pack called Hollow Vale that had existed in the deep eastern territories about thirty-five years ago and didn't exist anymore.Jasmina asked what had happened to it.Vincent said the official record was sparse. Hollow Vale had been a mid-sized pack, maybe nine
She found Lyanna in the training yard two days later, working with a group of the newer warriors on footwork, and waited until the session ended before she said she needed to talk and it wasn't urgent enough to interrupt but it was important enough that she wanted Lyanna's full attention when they did.Lyanna looked at her for a moment and then told the warriors to run the drill three more times on their own and walked with Jasmina to the bench at the edge of the yard, the one under the old oak that had probably been there before the compound was built.Jasmina told her what Stefan had said. The comparison to Arlene. The quiet authority, the sense of resisting him meaning resisting something larger than yourself.Lyanna didn't say anything for a long moment. She looked out at the yard, at the warriors running their footwork without supervision, doing it properly because they'd been trained to do it properly even unsupervised, which was its own kind of testament.She said Arlene hadn't
Stefan was gone for nine days before he came back with anything substantial, and when he did come back he looked like a man who'd been sleeping in vehicles, which he had been.He sat down across from Jasmina's desk without the report folder this time, which she noticed immediately because Stefan always had the folder. He said he wanted to tell her in person first because some of it wasn't the kind of thing that read well on paper, and she said go ahead, and he started talking and didn't really stop for twenty minutes.Aldric was not what either of them had expected. Stefan had gone in assuming he'd find another Gareth, a power-hungry Alpha building a coalition for territory or title, and what he'd found instead was a man who didn't appear to want territory at all. He had no pack of his own that anyone could identify, no compound, no fixed seat. He moved between the seven packs that made up the Eastern Collective and stayed with each one for weeks at a time, and from what Stefan had pi
Week twelve. Day eighty-four of exile. Damoew packed his few belongings. A worn bag. Change of clothes. Nothing else. He'd arrived with nothing. Leaving with almost the same.But different inside. Changed. Hopefully better.Dax found him at his tent. "Today's the day.""Today's the day.""You earne
Week eleven. Damoew's final week of exile. The camp felt different. Marcus had returned from visiting Kira. Looked lighter somehow. Less angry."She's doing well," Marcus told Damoew. "Found a new pack. Northern settlement. They accepted her. She's happy.""I'm glad.""She asked about you. Wanted t
Damoew's ninth week in exile brought change.Marcus—Kira's father—started sitting with him at meals. Not friendly exactly. But civil. Present.Oliver talked to him freely now. Asked questions about Alpha training. About leadership. About how to rebuild after mistakes.A
Seven days until Marcus and Erik returned. Jasmina stood with Damoew on the packhouse balcony. Morning sun. Clear sky. Everything looked peaceful."Tell me what they'll look for," she said. "You've dealt with Alpha evaluations before.""Stability. Proof the pack functions without chaos. They'll tal







