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Stiles continued walking with Isaac in silence through the private galleries toward the tower reserved for the heir, while servants lowered their heads at the sight of the ivory and ebony of the Chancellor’s office passing by. As they crossed the threshold to the garden passage, Isaac closed the distance almost imperceptibly. With a scribe’s practiced touch, he slipped a small folded piece of parchment into Stiles’s sleeve.

“From the Margrave, my lord,” Isaac whispered, his eyes watching the end of the corridor.

Upon entering his private chambers, where pale vines covered the white arches of Belvalí Manor, Stiles paused. He let Isaac remove his cloak and finally felt the air lighter against his chest. With trembling fingers, he broke the black wax seal protecting the old parchment and traced the firm strokes of Peter’s handwriting.

The cold formality of the quarterly assembly seemed to vanish from the marble sanctuary. Stiles folded the paper, pressing it to his chest as he found it impossible to fight the smile taking over his face. He turned to his trusted Scribe, eyes alight.

“I’ll see him again tonight, Isaac.”

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A divided kingdom. Three bloodlines. A secret that could change the Valley's future forever.

As the Regency fights to hold on to power, Prince Chancellor Stiles Stilinski finds himself caught between duty, love, and the alliances forged within the royal court. Margrave Peter Hale and Chris Argent, leader of the Silver March, stand as two forces destined either to clash—or to unite for a common cause.

Because some secrets don't just change a kingdom; they change those willing to fight for it.

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Then he saw the whiskey bottle in his right hand.

And before he could understand what was happening, his arm moved on its own, driven by a blind rage that didn’t belong to the John he was now.

The bottle flew.

It shattered against the wall with a violent crash.

Glass exploded just inches from a boy cornered in the room.

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“I want a shower… I feel so dirty.” Stiles’s warm breath on his neck made Peter shiver.

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With a steady hand on his back, Peter helped Stiles walk to the main platform. “If you pass out, I’m keeping the best part for myself.”

“You wouldn’t dare, you love me too much,” Stiles answered, his voice hoarse, dragging his feet. “Right now I’d sell my soul to the Riders for a shower.”

“And I’m supposed to go find a shower in this forgotten station?” Peter grumbled as they walked over to the spot where they found an old metal vending machine, its thick glass almost untouched under a layer of dust. Stiles leaned against the glass, staring at the food inside with desperation.

“The Riders use electromagnetism. This whole place runs on frequencies. If we can tune the radio… to your Jeep’s frequency, we can use it as a beacon.”

“Assuming the pack is listening to the Jeep, we still need electricity to send the signal through the void, zombie wolf. And in case you haven’t noticed, there aren’t exactly any outlets here.”

Peter glanced at him, his blue eyes shining with a mix of twisted fascination.

“I don’t need electricity,” he said, staring right at Stiles. “I’ve got you.”