KADE'S POV;
I left the training yard that morning with more questions than I'd carried into it.
She'd fought well, better than her frustration let her admit, but it wasn't the training that stayed lodged in my mind through the rest of the day. It was the promise I'd made her the night before, sitting across from her in my study with the candles burning low, watching her absorb pieces of a truth I'd only partially given her. I'd told her what I knew about the invasion, about the chaos of that night, about the fact that her mother hadn't died the way the official pack accounts claimed. What I hadn't told her, because I still didn't fully understand it myself, was why the official accounts existed at all, carefully constructed, deliberately incomplete, in a way that felt less like the natur
