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Magister Orion personally escorts us up the mysterious spiral staircase to two adjoining rooms, promising to begin my training in the morning. O

The moment the door closes behind him, I pull out my phone, unsurprised to see no new texts or phone calls. Sister Miriam did say only the occasional ones text would come through.

So I call Lucas.

He answers on the first ring.

"Are you okay?"

His question is more of a shouted demand for an answer, and I hold the phone several inches away from my ear, blinking at the force of his volume. "Yes. I'm fine. Did you get Kellan's messages?"

"Do you need help? When can you come home? Why won't our phone calls connect? Is everyone treating you okay? Are you in danger? Have you eaten?"

"No. Soon. I don't know. Yes. No. Not yet." My lips curve at the way his questions barrage my ear. "I miss you."

"I miss you too, Ave. So much." Lucas's voice softens, the rough edges smoothing into something tender that wraps around my heart. "I understand why you're there. I do. But I don't like it."

As if sensing the shift in conversation, Vanessa catches my eye, tilting her head toward the adjoining room. Marcus follows, the door clicking shut behind them, leaving me alone with Lucas's

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voice in my ear.

Questions pepper through the phone, rapid-fire, all with the same ultimate theme: Is the city safe? Can Alpha Renard or my family

find me?

don't have access here, Lucas. Sister Miriam promised. Even Sister Miriam can't come here." I settle onto the edge of the bed, the plush comforter dipping

keep you there forever?" The suspicion in his words is both legitimate and something that makes little giggles

"No, Actually-"

the phone to tell someone to enter. I try to listen in, but it's impossible to clarify the

wounded, which has ice forming into an anxious ball in the

There's been an uproar in the Council." Exhaustion roughens his tone, grim and heavy. The ball of ice transforms into a lead weight that drops my stomach straight

broken only by the static

the other alphas separated from the Council. He's

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our authority by allowing the takeover of the Blackwood pack. There

lost a few people, and others are

my legs turn to jelly. Sliding onto the bed, I whisper,

means war is

like a punch. War. The weight of it steals my breath, leaves

in the city. Stay safe. You're probably safer there than here, now. Blackwood is under our control, but only because they haven't attacked there yet. Our forces are too

my throat, fierce and unyielding. "Westwood is my pack too, Lucas. I want to fight. I'm part of

tiptoeing around the truth he wants to say. "It might be a blessing in disguise that

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worked hard, but you'd be a liability to any of my teams. I

hurts more than I thought it would. Biting my lip, I say,

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opinion isn't on your side

shut. That's right. Several wounded shifters have been recuperating there, and a few of them even died under the care of the nurses. I'm sure

bad decisions. And now my mate is fighting the real war brought to his door, and I'm being asked to stay in what we once thought

can't keep

more important concerns than dealing with a whiny teenager of a

get in your way. But

voice cracks a little.