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in Vengeance 149

    Lucien’s POV


    +8 Pearls


    Ashmoor Academy was nestled in the cradle of the northern hignds, its ancient stone towers wrapped in a steady mist that smelled of frost, pine, and old magic. The kind of ce built <b>not </b><b>just </b>to <b>train </b>warriors–but to forge legends.


    But as I pulled the car into the gated drive, my eyes weren’t on the battlements or the looming archway that bore the academy’s sigil.


    They were on the girl sitting beside me.


    Riley had been silent most of the ride. Not the tense silence of a girl plotting escape, but the <b>kind </b>of quiet that came from exhaustion–the bone–deep weariness of someone <b>used </b>to <b>fighting </b>alone.


    <b>I </b>didn’t press her.


    Not yet.


    The moment we <b>arrived</b><b>, </b>an attendant escorted us to the academy’s medical wing. I’d called ahead. Told them Riley needed a full exam before we made any decisions about her training path. I might’ve pulled some strings. Technically, the chiefbat instructor was semi–retired.


    But for me, she made an exception.


    She always did,


    “Lucien Duskgrave,” said <b>a </b>sharp <b>voice </b>as we entered the white–tiled room. “Still dragging half–dead wolves through my doors, I sec.


    1 smirked. “<b>You </b>love the drama, Maeryn<b>.” </b>


    Warden Maeryn Voss snorted as she stepped forward, her cane tapping with authority on the cold tile. Her hair was silver- white and braided back in <b>a </b>warrior’s twist, her broad shoulders still carrying the posture of a frontline general. Despite the crow’s feet <b>around </b>her eyes, the force of her presence crackled like live wire–old magic wrapped in a lifetime of battlefield instinct. She <b>wasn’t </b>just Ashmoor’s senior instructor–she was its legend.


    Her gazended on <b>Riley</b>, appraising and <b>sharp</b>.


    “You must be the Vale girl,” she said, not <b>unkindly </b>


    Riley shifted uneasily. “Just <b>Riley</b><b>.</b>”


    Marryn gave a short nod. “Come. Let’s see <b>what </b>the world’s carved out of you?


    She led Riley into <b>a </b>side chamber


    I waited in the hall, pacing. <b>Minutes </b><b>passed</b>. Then <b>nearly </b>an hour


    Finally, the door opened.


    Macryn stepped out first, her expression unreadable.


    Kiley followed behind her, eyes distant, face pale


    Something in my chest tightened


    I stepped forward “What is ir


    Marry’ni looked at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen in years. “You were right to bring her here. But it’s worse <b>than </b>I thought“


    I tensed “Tell me everything”


    She gestured me into her offer Riley remained behind in the <b>waiting </b>room perched <b>silently </b>on the edge of a bench like a


    + Pearls


    wraith made flesh


    Once inside. Maeryn closed the door and dropped her usual steel facade.


    “She’s bleeding magic,” she said without preamble. “Or rather–her wolf is,”


    My heart froze. “What?”


    She tapped a glowing diagnostic chart <bid </b>out across her desk. It shimmered with faint blue runes, a spectral image of Riley’s wolf form projected in pale light.


    “She’s unstable. Her wolf is severely weakened, barely anchored to her physical form. The <b>reason</b><b>?</b>”


    She pointed to a <b>faint </b>distortion on the image’s lower right quadrant.


    “She’s missing a vital organ.”


    “A kidney,” I said grimly.


    Maeryn nodded. “Correct. Her <b>human </b>body has learned to cope, but her wolf? Her wolf is still bleeding. You of all people understand how spirit and body must remain in harmony for a shifter to function at full strength”


    I clenched my fists. “What does that mean for her training


    “It means she’s not ready. Throw her into high–impactbat drills now, and she could copse <b>mid</b>–shift. Or worse–her wolf could try to tear <b>away </b>from her, instinctively seeking safety.”


    She paused, then added in a quieter voice, “And Lucien…. even in this state… she still managed to summon her wolf”


    I looked up sharply.


    Maeryn’s voice lowered <b>in </b>awe. “Do you <b>understand </b>what <b>that </b>means? I’ve trained thousands of warriors. I’ve seen Alphas lose their shift over emotional trauma. But Riley… she’s iplete, fractured–and her wolf still came when called. That kind of soul–bond doesn’t just survive. It fights. She’s rare, Lucien. One in a thousand.”


    I exhaled slowly, her wordsnding like hammers.


    “She’s meant <b>to </b>be on the battlefield,” Maeryn said. “But not like this. She’s fire wrapped in broken bones.”


    “Is there a way to fix it?” I asked.


    “There is,” she <b>said</b>, expression hardening. “Find the missing piece. Her wolf is searching for it. If we <b>can </b>locate the kidney–if it’s still viable–we might be able to graft it back. A spirit–bound transnt. Difficult. Dangerous. Not exactly legal. But possible”


    My throat tightened “Can I tell her?”


    <b>“</b><b>You </b>should. But be careful with hope. If the donor was unwilling or if too much time <b>has </b>passed there may be no reiming it. If it was sold, altered, discarded–there’s a hundred ways this <b>could </b>go wrong


    I stood up, mind racing


    hallway. Riley lifted her head when I approached. Her eyes were searching mine before I even <b>spoke</b>.


    “So I


    she asked her voice trying for steadiness. “Am Lin!”


    I sat beside her, dowe but not touching


    “There’s aplication.” I said quietly. “Your wolf she’s <b>weak</b>. That’s why your shifts hurt. Why you’re tired all the time. It’s


    Her hips parted slightly “So Im not strong cough


    and closer, letting th


    rai pu my voice do what my hands <b>coulda </b>1. “You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever met. But your wolfplete you had a kidney removed didn’t you?”


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