Mary Ann’s POV
Modric’s Alpha ring sat between us.
Black metal.
The Volkov wolf.
A symbol that had shaped almost every choice he made since childhood.
He had removed it from his hand and placed it before me as though giving up the thing he once valued most might prove how much he had changed.
The council chamber had emptied, but the presence of three packs remained around us. Ironclaw’s banner hung behind Modric. Mooncrest’s silver moon stood across from it. Nightveil’s restored crescent rested beside the provisional agreement I had signed only minutes earlier.
Three identities.
Three responsibilities.
One life I was finally trying to claim as my own.
And now Modric was placing another choice before me.
“Tell me whether there is any place for me in the life you are building.”
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