I gasped, as my view shifted into a new memory, and I turned from 'Kael who was standing at the market', into 'Kael who was walking into Varion’s house as if he was the one who owned it':
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When I stepped into the dining room, the tension was already thick enough to choke on. Three wolves—Alpha, Beta, Gamma—arrayed like they expected blood to spill. I smelled blood too, sharp and metallic. Fresh. Smart. Dogs trying to mask something. My gaze swept the room with practiced precision, cataloging exits, weapons, heartbeats—
Then I saw the plates.
Four.
Only three men.
My wolf stilled. I closed my eyes for a brief second, centering myself. When I opened them, gold bled into my vision. I moved before any of them could react. One sharp pull and the curtains were gone, shoved aside as if t
