*River*
I stand in the pack jail, the weight of the man’s words hanging in the air like a storm cloud. ‘The lost princess.’ I repeat the phrase in my head, trying to make sense of it. I need to understand what this means for Dust and for our pack.
I turn on my heel and head toward the pack’s war room, where Kellan is likely working. Kellan has always been my confidant, a steady presence in the chaos of pack life. He’s sharp, loyal, and doesn’t shy away from asking the tough questions. If anyone will have insights into this lost princess claim, it’s him.
As I push open the heavy door, I find him poring over a map of the territory, his brow furrowed in concentration. He looks up as I enter, his expression shifting to concern. “River, what’s wrong?”
“Sit down,” I say, my voice low but ur
