Gideon stared at the notebook.

It was a simple, dark brown journal with tarnished brass corners. He recognized it instantly—it was the book Sera had carried with her everywhere during her teens, the one she used to write down pack supply audits and training schedules.

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The air inside the Pack Tailor’s workshop smelled of crushed velvet, stiff starch, and ozone.

I leaned heavily against the mahogany fitting table, my knuckles white as I pressed them into the dark wood to keep my legs from folding. My chest burned with every shallow brea

By seven in the evening, the Pack Celebration Hall was transformed into a sea of glittering silver, white roses, and polished dark mahogany.

Over two hundred high-ranking pack members, clan elders, and warrior captains filled the long banquet tables beneath the mass