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Gwen:
The clock on the office wall said 8:47 when I finally closed the file.
My back was hurting and my eyes felt awful like someone had rubbed them with sand. I had been sitting at my desk since seven that morning which translated to thirteen hours of working on contracts for a firm that paid me just enough money to keep me happy that I have a job but not enough to add to my other jobs and get exactly just by.
Omega work. That was what they called it when you had no pack backing, no Alpha's seal on your employment record, no one to call if the hours stretched past decent.
I had nobody to call. so, I just grabbed my bag, turned off my desk light and rushed down the stairs.
The bus ride to the hospital took twenty-two minutes. I spent all of them watching my phone, the way I always did waiting for a call from anyone whose voice would tell me something had gone wrong while I was sitting at that desk being useful to strangers.
No calls.
I exhaled slowly.
The ward was on the second floor. I went up the stairs again and walked through the doors that led towards room four. The room Xavier's money was still paying for. I remembered the chair, recalled his voice and he said you were not meant to be, with him.
I opened the door.
The bed was empty.
Not the stripped emptiness of two nights ago the sheets were still there, rumpled from her small body and a stuffed bear laid sideways against the pillow.
But no Josie.
I was already turning before my brain caught up. I caught the arm of a nurse in the corridor, this time an older one.
"The girl in room four"
"Oh." The nurse's expression shifted, something careful and quick moving through it.
"Her father came. About forty minutes ago. He said he was taking her for a short walk, some air"
"Her father."
"Yes, he signed the"
I was already walking, my hands shaking enough that I could hardly hold the phone. Cole picked up before I even processed the thought of dialing.
"There she is." He sounded happy like someone who just sat down to a meal they really wanted.
"I was wondering how long."
"Where is she?" My voice came out low, stripped of everything except the essential thing.
"Cole, where is my daughter?"
"Our daughter." And paused, I could hear music somewhere enclosed, a car maybe, or a house.
"She's fine. She's right here. She wants to say hello, actually don't you, sweetheart?"
A silence. Then Josie's small and confused voice broke it:
"Mummy.”
"Baby" My throat locked.
Cole was back.
"Come get her. You know the Salem house."
"Bring the divorce papers. Signed."
The call ended.
The woman who opened the Salem house door was wearing Cole's shirt.
I recognized it, pale grey, the collar open, the cuffs rolled. She looked me over the way women looked at each other when a man had made the situation into a competition without asking either of them.
She stepped back to let me into the house in silence. It smelled, like sex disguised in old candles and really good wine.
"Cole". My voice traveled upstairs before I started walking.
"Bring her down "
He appeared at the top like he was waiting for me and walked down calmly while holding a glass in his hand.
He held out the papers.
I could see my name printed at the bottom line, the blank space where my signature should go.
"Sign it and she comes down," he said pleasantly.
The woman showed up beside him, put her hand in his, leaned on his shoulder and then she looked at me with deliberate pity.
"She’s been holding you back " she said to Cole really quiet, like I was not even standing a few feet away.
"Holding onto you. It's not fair."
"Josie needs to be back at the hospital." I kept my eyes on Cole.
"She's in the middle of a treatment protocol. You know what happens when her wolf triggers without the suppressants you know what it looks like"
"Then sign." His voice still sounded nice but like the glass smoothness of an untroubled dangerous open sea.
"Or keep standing there explaining things to me. See which one gets her downstairs faster."
"She's your daughter."
Irritation moved on his face like he had been reminded of a minor inconvenience.
"I don't have a daughter."
"A sick omega child who can't control her wolf, will never be part of the pack and will never be Alpha, no matter the name on her birth certificate." Then he tilted his head.
"She's illegitimate. Sign the paper."
The word illegitimate went into me like a key into a lock. I felt it turn. He hated her so much he refused her.
I took the papers, pressed them against the wall and I signed my name and I held them out for Cole to take with the satisfied expression of a man collecting something he was owed.
As I moved for the stairs, the woman stepped in front of me. Not tonight.
I hit her sharply on the sternum which sent her to the marble floor while making a sound that was more surprising than hurt.
Before she could recover I ran up the stairs taking two steps at a time.
I found Josie in the room on the left. She was sitting on the floor in the corner with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her eyes looked kind of glassy and her lips had a blue color that meant she was going to get very sick.
"Mama" Josie said, reaching out for me.
"I've got you" I said as I picked her up and stood up. Her legs went around my waist. Her face went into my neck. She was burning up.
"I've got you, Josie. Hold on."
I took her downstairs walking past Cole without glancing at him. I walked until I was out into the night air.
The nurses met us at the entrance.
They took her from my arms. and quickly, she was on the other side and I was left standing in the corridor, my back leaning against the wall. I slid down until I was sitting on the floor.
I would kill Cole if anything happened to my baby. He had taken everything from me but not my baby. I will not let him take her away from me. I was done with him as much as i was done with the marriage.
I will no longer let a man like Cole detect my entire life for me. Yes my daughter needed her father but I needed my daughter more.
Twenty minutes later the Doctor walked in through those doors
“Her wolf bloomed and she had a series of seizures. We couldn’t surprise an already bloomed wolf. She’s stable now but you need to know that she is strong. Her wolf is strong. She needs training. Else her wolf may harm her.” My head moved in frantic pace, my entire soul consumed by the fear of loosing my daughter.
I was going to kill Cole and that was the end of it, he’d gone far by trying to harm my daughter.
Even if our marriage was forced, I’d given my entire life to a man that never loved me. I’d watched him hurt me over and over and I stayed but not anymore.
For my daughter’s sake I will do anything.
Chapter 110:"Forty-one!" Jo shouted. "Josie! Hess found them all! Every single name!"She came running across the courtyard with a big sheet of paper in her fist, her hair sticking up in six directions. Hope ran behind her, tripping over her own paws, barking happily. It was a bright autumn morning, three weeks after the Heartdrum broke. The sky was a deep, clean blue. And for the first time since I had come to Hallow Fortress, the east gate was not crooked.Brandt had fixed it. Torin had helped. Iron and Blood had carved a new frame out of an old oak. It stood wide open, with fresh hinges, and a thousand silver pups tumbled in and out of it all day, chasing butterflies."Read it to me," I said.Jo cleared her throat. "Anna. Bree. Calla. Dessa. Edda. Fenna..." She read all forty-one, slowly, one after another, and her voice got softer with each one. By the end, she was almost whispering. "Hess says that he used the old Court ledgers. The ones Selene hid in the Hall. Every Luna who ev
Chapter 109:"Get away from my daughter!" Dad roared.He had been thrown clear across the roof. Now he scrambled up, bleeding from the lip, and charged back at the drum. But Marrow did not even look at him. He just raised his fists and slammed them down again.BOOM.The beat knocked Dad flat. It knocked Candice off her feet. It knocked me off the dragon's neck, and I slid down Vesper's side and landed hard on the cold glass, with all the wind knocked out of me."It is not breaking!" Caelum screeched, circling overhead. "Josie, it is not breaking! His blood is in it!""I know!" I coughed. "I know!"BOOM.Marrow was laughing now. It was a high, cracked laugh. He stood on top of the great black drum with his white hair flying, and he looked like a man who had lost his mind a very long time ago and had only now noticed."You cannot stop me!" he cried. "I am the first! I am the oldest! The drum is my heart! If it breaks, I break! And I have been broken for nine hundred years, you stupid ch
Chapter 108: Riding Vesper"Nine hundred and twelve steps," Candice panted. "That is what the map says. We are on step four hundred.""Do not tell me the number," Mom gasped. "It makes it worse.""Then I will tell you a different number. Zero. That is how many times I have wanted to quit.""Liar.""Mostly a liar."It was a silly thing to say on a stair that went straight up inside a mountain. But somehow it helped. We climbed in a tight line, with Dad in front and me at the back. The Sky Stair was a spiral of black glass with no handrail, and every step shook under our boots. Above us, deep in the stone, something huge was groaning."That is Vesper," I said. "She is in pain.""I can hear her too," Mom said quietly.At step eight hundred, we saw a gray light ahead. At step nine hundred, a cold wind hit my face. And at step nine hundred and twelve, we stepped out onto the roof of the world.It was a wide, flat ring of black glass, the very top of the mountain. Around it, the sky was tur
Chapter 107: The Coat That Stood Up"I owe you a hospital floor," Cole said.That is the last thing I heard before the spear hit. I did not even see him move. One second I was standing in the middle of the Hall of Seven Chairs, with a black spear coming straight for my heart. The next, a small grey man in a stained apron was standing in front of me with his arms spread wide.The spear went into his chest.It made a sound I will never forget. A soft, wet sound, like someone stepping on a wet leaf."No," I said. "No. No, no."Cole looked down. He seemed surprised. He put one hand on the black shaft, as if he was checking whether it was real. Then his knees folded, and he sat down on the glass floor, slowly, like a tired man at the end of a long day.I caught him before he fell. I do not remember moving. I only remember the weight of him in my arms, and the smell of cedar and sawdust, and the red spreading across his apron."Josie," he said. His voice was strangely calm. "Do not cry. You
Chapter 106: The Hall of Seven Chairs"Please, come in," Marrow said. "You look tired. Shall I ring for a chair?"Nobody laughed. The doors slammed shut behind us with a boom that rattled my teeth, and then we were alone in the Hall of Seven Chairs.It was the biggest room I had ever seen. The floor was black glass, polished like a lake at night. The ceiling was lost in shadow. Along the walls stood a thousand soldiers in black armor, still as statues, with red eyes burning in their helmets. And at the far end, on a high stage, sat seven chairs of carved glass, each one taller than a man.Six were full. Five old, grey Elders sat stiffly in their seats, with glass pins on their collars and fear in their faces. I knew one of them. Dunmore, the bony man with the white beard, who had called Mom used. He would not look at her now.Marrow sat in the middle, relaxed, one leg crossed over the other. And on the far right stood a seventh chair, tall and empty and dark."Ah, Selene," Marrow said
Chapter 105: Wren in the Glass Room"Papa, do not touch the bars!" Wren cried. "They bite!"Ash stopped, with his hands an inch from the iron. He looked at me, white-faced. I leaned closer. The bars were faintly humming, and tiny black sparks crawled along them like ants."Spell-iron," Selene said. "Another Court trick. It burns anything that is not wearing the glass.""How do we open it?" Dad asked."With a key. Or with blood." She looked at the lock, a plain black plate in the wall. "A Seventh Chair blood. Gwen."Mom stepped forward. She pulled out the humming key and laid it against the plate. The plate shivered. Then, with a noise like a soft sigh, the bars all slid sideways into the wall.Wren flew out. She was tiny, and she wore a dirty grey nightgown, and she threw herself into Ash's arms so hard that he fell backward. He held her face in both hands. He was crying so much he could not speak."I am sorry," he kept saying. "I am sorry. I am sorry.""You are squishing me," said Wr







