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He patched a kingdom by accident. The next one is going to canonize him whether he likes it or not. Three months south of the keep that almost killed him, Elliot Ravensong Mercer is walked into the white marble cathedral of Silverhold on the arm of his four-hundred-and-twenty-seven-year-old wolf prince. The bond rune at his nape hums a quiet satisfied note. The southern crown watches the foreign omega with the suspicion of a court that has never had to share its altar. Behind a closed dressing-room door, his best friend is christening him Holy Bitch for the rest of his natural life. The ceremony is at noon. The wreath is heavy. The robe has seven layers. Crown Prince Alaric sits in the front row with a smile pinned to his face by political will. High Priest Valerius is, on the formal record, scrubbing flagstones in a monastery the size of a tool shed. And six city blocks below the cathedral, in a vault the Order of the Moon has spent three centuries pretending does not exist, an unfinished prayer-pipe is leaking the same Dark Healer miasma Elliot once absorbed in a Bloodfang sewer. The pipe knows his name now. It has been waiting for the Ravensong heir for three hundred years. Elliot has a problem. The system that brought him through the screen back in Seattle has gone blank for the first time in eight months. The robe is doing something to his mana core. He files it under costume debuff. Under memory leak. On the altar, in front of three thousand southern faithful, the variable is going to faceplant him onto the marble. And on the cathedral floor, a four-century alpha is going to forget every rule of southern etiquette and come up the dais at a dead run. Inside this book: Southern court intrigue — white marble, perfumed daises, one Crown Prince who lost the round of his life A permanent anchor vow — sealed in a royal bath in steam and silver firelight High heat — a greenhouse confessional, a royal bathhouse, a knife held by a wolf prince inspecting a closed vestment A Heretic-tier antagonist — the Dark Healer ecosystem from Book One did not go home Field-medic command — Elliot calling triage from the cathedral stair mid-breach Fated mates, bonding bite, twins — the rune was carved before he was born A Holy Bitch is canonized — three thousand faithful, a moonstone wreath, one blonde best friend in violet brocade Body horror and ritual violence — a miasma seal cracked beneath the temple, a faceless Heretic in a cowl Game-design as a love language — patch notes, diagnostic prompts, one Y to confirm that ends a southern catastrophe A twin pregnancy reveal on the last page — half Ravensong, half Wolfheart A wolf inside a cathedral — Book Two ends with a four-century alpha on his knees and a howl the dome was not built to hold For readers who love: True fated mates who fight, fail, and lock in for the long haul A cinnamon-roll omega who debugs a kingdom like a patch ticket A four-century alpha who has not laughed since his grandfather's reign Court intrigue in the vein of high-fantasy palace drama A three-book HEA arc already in motion Wolfheart Saga reading order: Book One — Knot in the Specs Book Two — Revised Edition (you are here) Book Three — coming soon Reader advisory: Intended for readers 18 and older. Contains on-page sexual content, strong language, and mature themes including knotting, fated mates, bonding bites, dub-con biological pull, court harassment, ritual violence, body horror, miasma corruption, graphic combat, mpreg, and alpha-omega bond dynamics. Please read responsibly.