The Pack\u2019s Daughter\u00a0<\/p>\n
Riley\u2019s POV\u00a0<\/p>\n
75\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien\u2019s words echoed in my chest long after he stopped speaking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll find it. Even if I have to tear the world apart to do it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For the first time in years, someone was willing to fight for me. Not just beside me-but for me. And it wasn\u2019t out of guilt or pity. It was because he believed I was worth saving.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The idea was foreign. Beautiful. Terrifying.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Lucien stepped away to make a call, I found myself staring at the closed office door down the hall. Behind it, Warden Maeryn Voss-the legendary combat instructor of Ashmoor- waited. She\u2019d seen through me with a single glance. She\u2019d read the truth of my wolf like a battlefield wound.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My legs still trembled slightly, but I walked anyway. I wasn\u2019t done hiding-but I was done running.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I knocked once.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCome in,\u201d came the clipped voice from the other side.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room was warmer than I expected-lit by a flickering fireplace and lined with ancient weapons, maps, and shelves stacked with dusty tomes. Warden Voss stood near the window, back straight, cane resting lightly in her grasp. She didn\u2019t look surprised to see me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRiley Vale,\u201d she said. \u201cI figured you might come.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I swallowed, stepping inside. \u201cI just wanted to say thank you. For\u2026 telling me the truth. For treating me like I wasn\u2019t broken.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She raised an eyebrow. \u201cYou\u2019re not broken. You\u2019re battle-worn. That\u2019s different.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I let out a shaky breath. \u201cI want to fight. I don\u2019t want to wait around anymore. Even if my wolf is weak, even if I\u2019m missing a piece\u2026 I\u2019m tired of being powerless.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her gaze softened, just a fraction.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remind me of someone I trained long ago,\u201d she said. \u201cHe was raw. Furious. Always walking the edge of self-destruction. But that fire? It kept him alive.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
15:18 Fri, Jan 16 T\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 460\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLucien?\u201d I guessed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
:\u00a0<\/p>\n
Firushed\u00a0<\/p>\n
She gave a short, amused nod. \u201cThat pup was chaos in a combat ring. You should\u2019ve seen the bruises he left behind. But he had something most others didn\u2019t-resolve. You have it too. And once your wolf is whole, I\u2019ll train you myself.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
My heart skipped.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maeryn\u2019s expression turned serious. \u201cI don\u2019t make promises I won\u2019t keep. But I don\u2019t train cowards, either. So if you\u2019re serious\u2026 if you\u2019re willing to face the truth of what was taken from you-and fight to reclaim it-I\u2019ll be waiting.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI am,\u201d I said, voice steady. \u201cI will.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She nodded once. \u201cThen get yourself ready, Vale girl. The battlefield\u2019s no place for hesitation.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I managed a small smile. \u201cI\u2019ll be back.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As I left her office, the ache in my chest was still there-but it was different now. Not the hollow throb of loss.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The growing pressure of purpose.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien was already waiting near the car, his coat dusted with fine snow. He looked up as I approached, and when our eyes met, there was no need for words.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He opened the passenger door for me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The ride down from Ashmoor was quiet, but not heavy. The silence between us had shifted. It wasn\u2019t filled with ghosts anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just the flicker of something new.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Maybe hope.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We drove through the thickening dusk, pine trees blurring past the windows, the sky turning a deep shade of indigo. And when the towering silhouette of the Duskgrave estate finally came into view, nestled in shadow and stone, I didn\u2019t feel the usual spike of dread that came with approaching unfamiliar territory.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I felt something strange.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Safe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lucien parked the car and glanced at me before cutting the engine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
15:18 Fri, Jan 16 T.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 460\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re quiet,\u201d he said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
75\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI was just thinking\u2026\u201d I turned to him. \u201cThank you. For taking me to Ashmoor. For not giving up when I would\u2019ve.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He studied me for a moment, then gave a rare, crooked smile. \u201cI told you, Riley. You\u2019re not alone anymore.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I opened the door, the cold air wrapping around me like a second skin. And as I stepped onto the Duskgrave grounds for the second time, I realized something:\u00a0<\/p>\n
This wasn\u2019t the end of anything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was just the beginning.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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