Luna Forsaken (Arya and James) novel Chapter 206

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James’s POV:

Nixon brought in the current watch numbers and the latest reports from the outer line. Maxwell scanned them with the ease of a man who had commanded for long enough that he could smell bad structure through paper.

“Too predictable,” he said at one point, tapping my east rotation. “If I can see this pattern in one look, a man planning to bleed you can too.”

He was right. I hated that he was right so often today. We moved to supply chains after that. He asked which traders still came regularly and which routes had gone quiet since the last attacks. He asked whether I trusted the men coordinating stores. He asked about Archie, Devin, patrol captains, lower enforcers, medics, kitchen staff, anyone whose position would let them hear too much or move something important without drawing notice. It was exhausting. Necessary, but exhausting. Because every question forced me

to look again not just at my borders but at my own house.

Trust had become a cracked thing here. And I was the one who had helped break it by

proving, in front of everyone, that if pressure was applied in the right place, even I could

turn on the person I should have protected most fiercely. No pack forgets that quickly.

Maybe never.

By the time Archie himself came in with a simpler tray, coffee, bread, cured meat, nothing

symbolic attached to it, I felt wrung out. Archie said nothing unnecessary. He set the tray

down, poured without fuss, and left the room the way loyal men do when they

understand the difference between service and curiosity. Maxwell noticed.

“So at least some choices in this house are improving,” he said.

I rubbed my thumb against the side of the cup.

“Not enough.”

“No,” he agreed. “But enough to work with.”

That was the phrase for the day, wasn’t it? Enough to work with. Enough pack left to

save. Enough truth left to build from. Enough man left in me that Maxwell still bothered

to come here in person instead of letting Nightwind sink under the weight of my own

stupidity. The sky outside the long windows had changed by then, afternoon lowering

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towards evening. The room had taken on that tired stillness men get after talking

strategy too long and still not being done because danger does not care whether you are

exhausted.

At some point the sharpness in Maxwell’s anger had eased, or maybe it had only

changed shape. He still looked at me like a man looking at another wolf who had done

something close to unforgivable. But he also looked like a man who had decided

usefulness mattered more now than disgust.

That was more grace than I deserved.

Eventually the conversation began to thin. There were only so many first moves to name

before men had to go make them. Maxwell had said what he came to say. I had heard

truths worse than I ever wanted and accepted terms I should have accepted months ago,

though then it would have looked different and maybe saved more. None of that

mattered now. What mattered was what came next.

Maxwell set his cup down and rose.

“I’ve heard enough for today.”

I stood too, because no matter what else had passed between us, he was still Alpha

Maxwell in my house and I still knew respect. Nixon straightened away from the side

table. Maxwell adjusted the cuff of his coat once, then looked at me.

“Spend less time regretting what can’t be undone,” he said, “and more time making sure

nothing else collapses while you’re standing in it.”

That sounded exactly like him. Hard. Useful. Without softness. I nodded once.

“I will.”

He held my gaze a second longer like he was checking if I meant it or if I was only saying

what I thought he wanted to hear. Then he gave one curt nod back.

“Good.”

That was all. No false warmth. No dramatic reconciliation. No hand on the shoulder. No

promise that things would get cleaner than they were. Just business ending where

business should. But as he turned to leave, I understood something I had not wanted to

face before he came. Maxwell had not walked into Nightwind today because he believed

in me. He came because he believed in consequences. Because Arya had once stood at

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