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The white ache was fleeting. It turned into a sharp, scorching line beneath my ribs, as if a hot wire had been dragged through the area where my wolf resided. The only reason I stayed upright was because Kael's hand was still on my arm. I had not been won over by him once more. It wasn't necessary. The entire yard was observing, and I was kept upright by the weight of his gaze. Ronan came back first. He raised his head. He spoke up. "This is absurd." "You disregard my authority, you approach me in my domain, and now you touch my blood? There are laws, Alpha Draven. "Even for you." Kael turned his head slowly. Outside, the silver in his eyes appeared colder. "Silver on a child of your own line," he remarked. "Tell me about laws once more. A faint murmur went through the pack. A few fighters stared at the floor. Others gazed at Ronan as though they were finally able to see him fully. Ronan's face turned a deep scarlet. She posed a threat. erratic. The pack was kept togethe

I did not move. Outside the small chamber, Kael's remarks continued to drift along the hallway. Look for the girl. I'd like to see her. I felt someone could hear me through the door because I was so anxious and my heart was racing. Like a hunter who has finally found his desired scent, the wolf within of me was motionless. Her entire being was straining in the direction of that cold, deep voice. There were no more footsteps. Hushed voices were used to give orders. Doors opened and closed. The search was underway. I attempted to think things through while leaning against the wall. They would grab me if I stayed here. Ronan would come and drag me out himself, making the humiliation worse, so I fled to the servant halls. There was no way to make the proper decision. No one ever had any. I hugged the small side passageways as I crept out of the chamber. It felt different now in the pack house. thicker. It was as though the air had become thicker. Normally leaning against the wal

I laid down on the ground until it stopped shaking. My mouth still tasted like blood. There was no longer any pain behind my eyes, but there was still a slow throb. This was the wolf inside me. She walked. Take your time. Not moving. Every time Kael Draven's voice came through the walls, she pushed on the lock again. It's not tough enough to break. At least she tried hard enough to let me know she was awake. I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth and listened. It was still dark in the storage room, but the outside noise had changed. There was already the first greeting. One voice was going toward the main hall, another toward the kitchens, and a third toward the garden. Two sets of feet walked past the door. They both kept going at the same speed. I waited until it looked like the path was clear. Then I got up. My legs were shaking. When I put my ear back to the wood and heard nothing, I slipped out. The hall smelt like damp cloaks and wood smoke. I kept my head down an

The horn was still going off when I slipped off. In the garden, there were sounds. Boots tripped over the rocks. Someone yelled for the gates to be thrown open wide. Someone yelled for the warriors to line up. The whole pack was moving like one big, scared animal. I didn't go to the yard. I went down a small side path that smelt like dust and old grain. The rough wall touched my shoulder. I kept my feet still and my head down. No one called my name. It wasn't time for a helper when the feared Alpha of Blackridge rode in. As usual, the door to the storage room was stuck. I pushed it open with my hip and went inside. I heard the door close behind me. There was darkness all around me. Cool air. The smell of dried herbs, flour bags, and wood that had never been outside in the sun. I leaned against the door with my back and breathed quickly. My hands were still shaking from being in the hall. From the bowl on the floor. Because of Ronan's smile. The pack did nothing and just st

I was still on my knees when the order came. "Elara." You're my dad. The big room. Right now.” Ronan's voice sounded like a whip going down the stairs. I walked around in my dress that was wet from the rain. "My legs felt heavy." My heart hadn't stopped beating, but the strange tug in my chest had. It looked like it was trying to get away from something because it was running too fast. It was getting full in the main hall. There were fighters all along the walls. The kitchen girls were standing by the doors. The older people in the pack sat on the long benches. The light from the morning hit the stone floor I had just cleaned. When I walked in, everyone looked at me. He was sitting at the head of the big table. His hair was neat and dark. His clothes were clean. He looked clean. Had always. ""There she is," he said. He smiled but not all the way to his eyes. "Our little sister working hard." A few people laughed inside their heads. I looked at the dirt the whole time. Rona

"Is anyone home?" I couldn't stop myself from saying those words. Soft. Not much real sound. The dark room didn't say anything. It didn't happen. I got out of bed on the narrow one. The cold air hurt my arms. A small cloud of my breath could be seen in front of me. The little window still had a black outside. Not any birds. There are no steps. The thick silence that always came before dawn. I put my legs over the edge of the bed. I could feel ice under my bare feet on the wooden floor. Not even a twitch. It's been years since I flinched. I put my hands on the old dress that was stretched out on the stool. The same grey stuff. The arm has the same patch. It was cold, so my fingers were shaky as I put it on. It hurt my skin to touch the fabric. The belt wasn't going to slip while I worked, so I made it tighter. Then I used both hands to pull my hair back and pinned it up. It's not reflective glass. I didn't need it. I already knew how I looked. Not fat. Weary. It's easy to miss.