It did not begin with a spike.
It began with a letter.
Hand-delivered.
No courier insignia.
No territorial seal.
Just heavy parchment.
My name written in ink that looked almost ceremonial.
Lena Silverpaw.
Not Luna.
Not Queen.
Not Founder.
Just my name.
I broke the seal alone.
Ezra was in Lycan territory for Court review.
Caden was at Silvermoon overseeing winter supply rotations.
The estate was quiet.
The letter was brief.
You are looking in the wrong direction.
The Breeding Project was not designed for domination.
It was designed for succession.
If you want the truth, meet me where the river splits in three. Alone.
—A.
My pulse did not spike.
It slowed.
Succession.
The word was deliberate.
The Breeding Project had engineered enhanced wolves.
Embedded them.
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