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We didn’t go back to the palace.
We went hunting.
Kade’s surrender bought us peace with the wolves for now, but the two traitor elders had fled back to the Council Citadel with the news. They were rallying what was left of the old guard. Trying to declare me illegitimate before the Lycan packs could fully swear to me.
Darius wasn’t having it.
“Now,” he said, silver Lycan eyes hard as they swept over the 200 Lycan warriors behind us. “We end this.”
The Council Citadel sat on Blackspire Mountain, built into the stone itself. 300 years old. Supposedly unbreakable.
Supposedly.
I rode at Darius’s side on a black Lycan war-beast, Elias in front of me wrapped in my cloak, hand pressed to my stomach where our Lycan daughter kicked like she knew what was coming.
“Mommy, are we going to
