(Idris POV) Silver Claw had finally gone quiet. After the long day of celebrations and council discussions, the castle corridors rested beneath the calm silver glow of moonlight. Patrol rotations moved beyond the walls, and most of the pack had already settled into sleep. I was still awake, reviewing patrol reports in my chamber, when hurried footsteps echoed through the hallway. A knock came quickly. “Come in.” Rihab stepped inside, posture straight even in urgency. “Princess Intisar is unwell,” he said. I was already on my feet. My mother’s chamber doors were open when I arrived. Inside, Luna Aisha sat beside the bed while Intisar lay curled beneath the blankets, her face pale and tight with discomfort. The lively energy she carried all day had completely vanished. My father s

