Laura pushed open the door to find a surprisingly comfortable room with a large window overlooking what appeared to be training grounds below. Wolves moved in coordinated patterns—not fighting, but something that looked almost like a dance.
She sank onto the bed, suddenly exhausted. What was she doing here? Spite was a terrible reason to follow a stranger to his territory.
The Riddle Box sat heavy in her thoughts. What kind of test was it really? And why did she care about passing it?
Because she was tired of being underestimated. Tired of being seen as nothing more than a former luna, a weakened wolf, a prize to be claimed.
Laura closed her eyes, steeling herself for dinner with Selene and whatever mind games awaited her there.
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Two hours later, Laura stood outside the dining hal
