Chapter 17: Curse of the Wasteland

Frostvale Keep stood untouched by fire—but the air felt colder.

Cassian rode through the gates flanked by rebel guards and a silent crowd. His back was straight, but his eyes held shadows.

Leia walked beside him, shackled once more—but not by metal. By fear. By the weight of hundreds of stares.

She heard the whispers:

"Cursed mate."

"She made him mortal."

"He brought the Wasteland home."

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Inside the council hall, the atmosphere was ice.

Elder Saren stood slowly. “Alpha Cassian… no longer holds blood power. His bondmate is cursed. What future do you offer us now?”

Leia stepped forward. “Truth.”

“Truth doesn’t feed our people,” snapped a noble. “Winter is coming. And your presence brings wolves from the south, unrest from the mines, and fear from every child who dreams of claws in the night.”

Leia looked to Cassian.

He was silent.

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In the infirmary, Iris handed Leia a small vial. Inside swirled ash-flecked liquid.