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She spoke in a manner that complimented with grace and sincerity—and he found himself studying the youthful Queen—wondering at how such a creature before him had been carved into the world and placed. Had she not felt the misery of the world’s poisonous bite, yet?

Or was she simply one of the best actresses he had come across, aside from Silvertongue?

He huffed out a slow breath—feeling entirely aged in this moment. Only the spare corner of his lip lifted in a smile—his desire to seek truth and justice coming to a halting closure with the not just the disappearance of Riverclan’s Sharpfang, but also the disillusion of an alliance he had been so eager to build within the valley packs.

A haven. A safe place for them all.

In turn, they remained in a choke hold of deceit, internal wars, and haunting despair.

Toula’s offer was met with the light incline of his muzzle. Instead, his champagne eyes remained set upon her with an intensity that burned within him—a phoenix rising.

“Do you not grow tired of the politics, Queen Toula?”