The next morning brought visitors.
Not enemies.
Not ancient spirits.
Not forgotten bloodlines.
Just people.
Dozens of them.
By noon, wolves from neighboring territories had arrived at Blackwood's gates. Some came because they had heard the Hollow King was gone. Others came because rumors traveled faster than ravens.
Most came because they wanted answers.
Darius stood on the front steps beside Luna as the gates opened.
"They're nervous," Luna said quietly.
"They should be."
She glanced sideways.
"You aren't helping."
"I wasn't trying to."
A faint smile tugged at her mouth.
"You've been spending too much time with Mason."
"I refuse to admit that."
Mason appeared behind them carrying a basket of apples.
"I heard my name."
"You usually do," Evelyn replied.
"It's a gift."
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