Chapter 443: Ava: Pellonia

Magister Orion looks stunned when he comes into the tent, his swirling eyes landing on the small Fae girl Lucas calls Pip.

"What are you doing here?!" the giant man roars, and the wolves who had followed Lucas on his mission tense. None of them have met the Magister before.

Lucas, to his credit, remains aloof, though his hand tightens on my shoulder. "Do you recognize Pip, Magister?"

Magister Orion's face twists into a scowl. The expression transforms his usually dignified features into something fierce. My heart skips a beat at his thunderous reaction, but he smooths his expression and bows to Lucas with perfect court manners.

"Alpha Westwood. My deepest apologies for my outburst."

Lucas' hand relaxes on my shoulder. The warmth of his touch anchors me as I study Pip's face. Her purple hair seems duller now, less vibrant. Fear and relief war in her expression—but there's something else, easily recognizable. Her jaw is set in what looks an awful lot like defiance.

"This child," Magister Orion says, "is not who she claims to be."

Pip's shoulders hunch. The chains on her clothes jingle as she shifts her weight.

"Her name is Pellonia. She should be safely tucked away in a haven on the other side of the country."

Pip—no, Pellonia—hangs her head.

"So, you know her." Lucas's tone isn't a question.

"Indeed." Magister Orion's eyes swirl faster, betraying his agitation. "And her father will be most displeased to learn she is here."

Pellonia's head snaps up. "You can't tell him!"

"I absolutely can and will, young lady."

seems to grow even larger,

Pellonia mumbles something unintelligible.

"Speak up, your highness."

catches. Highness? The title rings through the tent like a bell, and suddenly I understand why

girl says, her voice

"Three weeks. You've been missing for three

wasn't missing," she protests. "I

you, your highness, to leave a note before vanishing from your safe haven. I'm sure that brought great comfort to your guards when they discovered your

"Perhaps we should

"We should.

as she crosses her arms. "I won't go

is not

"I'm helping the rebellion!"

"You are a child."

"I'm thirty-seven years old!"

to claim they're thirty-seven years old… But, the

my point." Magister Orion's voice softens. "Your father entrusted me

mention of her father makes Pellonia flinch. She looks so young, so vulnerable,

his attention. "Maybe we should

understand the gravity of this situation. This is the seventeenth

is in our tent, wearing ripped jeans and chains, looking like she raided Hot

a little more information on this rebellion? The situation we found her

his forehead. "There are multiple rebellious orders… I wasn't even aware Pellonia was missing." His swirling eyes fix on the purple-haired girl,

faction against the

is weak." Pellonia's voice is a shrill knife cutting through the air. Her chains jingle as she steps forward, hands balled into fists. "He'll end up

roar makes the tent poles shake. His eyes swirl with dark colors, his pointed ears twitching with barely contained rage. "You have no idea what your father

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