Lane's POV:
"Prince Vance..."
My throat felt tight.
I stared at him and at those half-finished wolf carvings. For once, I didn't know what to say.
In the sacred grove of the Silvermoon Pack, there were memorial crests for my father and brothers. But whenever I returned, I couldn't bring myself to look at them for long.
If I avoided looking, it felt like they were just away on a long march and hadn't come back yet—not names cut into cold stone.
I took a slow breath, trying to calm the ache in my chest. When my eyes moved, I saw a small charm resting on the velvet near Kaelen's hand. It looked strangely familiar.
"What's that?"
It was an old leather charm, braided and worn. In the middle was a small, polished slice of hemlock wood.
The edges were smooth from years of handling. Fain
