The fortress felt different with twelve wolves in residence.
Their energy filled the ancient halls—warmth where there had only been cold, laughter where there had only been silence. Mira took charge of orienting them, showing them the kitchens, the training grounds, the rooms that had been prepared for guests. Within days, the place felt almost like home.
But I couldn't shake the unease that had settled in my chest since Sasha's warning.
Viktor was out there. Gathering followers. Building strength. And every night, I dreamed of wolves with hollow eyes, marching toward us in endless columns.
"You're not sleeping." Caspian's voice came from the doorway of my chambers. It was past midnight, and I sat by the window, watching the moon trace its path across the sky.
"Neither are you."
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