Gannon’s POV

The old west wing of the estate hadn’t changed.

Same marble columns. Same family portraits lining the corridor, frozen smiles from wolves long dead or long gone. My father’s picture stood proudly near the center, flanked by my mother’s and, unfortunately, by my uncle’s.

I stopped in front of them, heart pounding.

Nova had received intel that Daryl and Lina, my cousins had returned to the estate. After years in the Sapphire outposts, they were summoned by my uncle once the alliance vote passed.

And if they were here... that meant more than blood was about to spill.

I pushed open the wide double doors into the ancestral...