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My boots struck the stone corridor in long and urgent strides. My wolf was clawing at my ribs, agitated, hyper-vigilant, and demanding to be near her for some reason. Every instinct I possessed—the very same instincts that had kept me alive through fifteen years of pack war—was screaming that something catastrophic had just happened right under my nose.
I bypassed the East Wing entirely.
Instead, I carried her up the main staircase, past the second landing, and straight into my private quarters in the West Wing — a boundary I had explicitly forbidden her from ever crossing.
I pushed the heavy doors open with my shoulder and walked inside. The master bedroom was vast and dim, illuminated only by the dying embers in the hearth. I crossed the room and laid her down gently on t
