Chaos surged even worse than before.
“MATE.”
Caleb staggered half a step forward before catching himself, his eyes locked onto Iva with a raw intensity that stripped away every layer of control he had ever built.
There was no doubt, as he knew from the engagement marking that she was indeed his mate.
But seeing the thread… it was something else.
No confusion.
No illusion.
This was not instinct.
This was not assumption.
This was truth laid bare before lycans and wolves alike.
The chamber erupted into murmurs, shock rippling through every person present.
“The Messenger…”
“It’s her…”
Elder Tamisa raised her hand, and silence returned like a command.
She stepped closer to Iva, studying the glowing threads, the undeniable manifestation of power.
Then she spoke.
“Only the true Me
