The Unforgiving Bond

The countdown to the marking ceremony ripped through the Obsidian Roar territory at a blistering, chaotic speed.

Magnus and Valera were buried alive under logistical warfare. Coordinating border security. Managing the influx of allied packs. Approving endless ritual protocols. For the royals, the remaining hours vanished in a haze of frantic momentum.

But for Vanya, the clock had simply stopped