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Chapter 16 16
Chapter Sixteen

Cassian's POV

The day before Adrian arrived, I called a full pack assembly.

Not a war council. Not a tactical briefing. An assembly, which meant everyone. The pack gathered in the main hall in the way they always did, without ceremony, without rank posturing, filling the space the way a family fills a kitchen. Shoulder to shoulder, some sitting on the floor, the youngest members cross-legged at the front.

I stood at the head of the room and told them the truth.

All of it. An Alpha from a neighbouring territory had sent enforcers to our boundary and was now travelling here personally to challenge a protection claim. The woman staying in this house was my fated mate. She had come to us broken by the pack she had left and she was healing here and she was staying.

I watched their faces while I spoke.

No one looked surprised. Packs felt things before they were told them. They had known something was shifting from the moment I carried June out of the forest. They had known it the way wolves knew weather, not through reasoning but through the particular quality of the air.

When I finished, Sera was the first to speak.

"What do you need from us," she said. Simple and direct.

"Your steadiness," I said. "Whatever happens at that boundary tomorrow, I need this pack to hold its shape. No one moves without my signal. No one engages without my order. Adrian will be looking for a reason to call us the aggressors and I will not hand him one."

Nods moved through the room like water settling.

Finn raised a hand from the back. "Will she be safe inside?"

"Yes," I said. "Mira and two others will be with her in the house."

"I want to be at the boundary," said a voice from the left side of the room.

I looked. It was Daven, one of my senior warriors. Older, grey at his temples, a man who had been with this pack since before I led it. He was not asking for a fight. He was asking to stand.

"You'll be there," I said.

After the assembly dispersed I found June in the hallway outside the main hall. She had been standing just beyond the doorway. Not hiding, just outside the frame of it, and from the look on her face she had heard most of what I said.

She didn't speak immediately. Her eyes were moving with some interior processing I had learned not to interrupt.

"You told them the truth," she said finally.

"I always tell them the truth."

"About me. About what he did." She looked at me carefully. "You didn't soften it."

"No."

"You weren't worried they'd think I was trouble. A liability. Someone else's problem arriving at your door."

"No," I said again. "Because they're not that kind of pack and I wouldn't lead that kind of pack."

She was quiet for a moment.

"BloodMoon was told a version of events about me," she said. "By the time Adrian was done, the version was so established that contradicting it felt impossible. Like trying to argue with a wall." She looked down at her hands. "I started to wonder if the version was true. That's the worst part. Not that they believed it. That I started to."

I kept my voice steady. "What was the version."

"That I was unstable. That the bond had been strained for a long time because of my behaviour. That Paige and Adrian had tried to protect me from the truth of it for months but that ultimately the bond had simply failed because I wasn't strong enough to sustain it." She said it flatly, like reciting something memorised against her will. "They made my weakness the cause of everything. Which meant there was nothing to be angry about and no one to blame."

The hall was empty around us. Late afternoon light came through the high windows in pale slanted bars.

"You are not what they said," I told her. "You never were."

"I know that," she said. "I know it more than I did a week ago." She looked up. "Being here helps. Watching how you speak to your pack. How they speak to each other." She paused. "It's like being reminded of a language you forgot you knew."

I held her gaze for a moment, then made a decision.

"Come with me," I said.

I took her to the east-facing room on the upper floor. It had a wide window that looked across the yard and through the tree line toward the boundary. Not close enough to see the ridge camp but high enough to see the lay of the land clearly. The room itself was empty of furniture except for a wooden chair and a low shelf. I had used it sometimes for exactly this purpose, for seeing the territory whole rather than in pieces.

I stood beside her at the window and let her look.

"Tomorrow he'll come down that treeline," I said. "He'll walk to the gate. I'll be there first. Ryker on my right, Daven on my left. It will look formal and it will be formal." I pointed to a spot where the yard met the tree shadow. "You can stand there if you want to be present. You'll be inside the boundary, behind the gate, with pack members flanking you. Far enough that he cannot address you directly without making it obvious he's trying to get around me."

She studied the layout for a long time.

"And if I want to speak," she said.

"Then you step forward and you speak. On your terms."

She turned from the window and looked at me. The late light caught the angles of her face, the places where the last week had slowly put something back that had been worn away.

"Okay," she said quietly. "I'll be there."

I nodded once.

Tomorrow Adrian would stand at my gate and discover that the woman he had spent two years making small had found somewhere that made her larger.

I found I was looking forward to it.