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CHAPTER 10
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"Cut their hamstrings and move to the next house; we don't have time to watch them bleed."I shoved the Shadow-Pack leader toward the eastern residential row. The midnight air was a thick sludge of sulfur and charred oak, the first of the Council’s torches already eating the thatch of the outer cottages. I didn't wait for his acknowledgment. I lunged across the cobblestones, my boots skidding on a patch of spilled milk and fresh blood. The scent of bitter copper was so dense it coated the roof of my mouth."The enforcers are coming through the cellar!" a woman screamed from the third house.I didn't answer with words. I hit the door with my shoulder, the wood splintering into a dozen jagged teeth. Inside, the room smelled of wet dog and cold ash. Two enforcers in white silk tunics—already stained with the crimson spray of a kill—were dragging a teenage boy toward the center of the room. The boy’s eyes were blown wide, his throat bared in a pathetic, shaking submission.I drove my blac
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"You move like a human trying to mimic a ghost, and it's going to get you a silver bolt in the throat."I stood on the jagged rim of the Black Crag, looking down at the sixty Shadow-Packers gathered in the hollow. They didn't stand in straight lines. They crouched, their charcoal rags fluttering like the wings of dying birds. The air in the hollow tasted of cold iron and stagnant water, but beneath that, a new frequency was beginning to hum—a low, rhythmic vibration that matched the pulse of the obsidian key in my pocket."We are ghosts, Madeline," the scarred leader said. He was sharpening a blade made of black glass, the rhythmic shhh-shhh against a whetstone the only other sound. "The Council made us that way. You don't teach a shadow how to hide.""I’m not teaching you to hide," I said. I jumped from the ledge, dropping twenty feet and landing in a crouch without a sound. "I’m teaching you to strike as a single blade. If one of you shifts too early, the frequency of the shift will
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"Don’t touch me unless you want to find out how fast a human heart stops beating."The guard’s hand froze inches from my shoulder. He smelled of sweat and cheap tobacco, but beneath that was the sharp, metallic tang of fear—bitter copper. I didn't look at him. I looked at the iron door of the north tower, the wood splintering under the pressure of a force I couldn't yet name. The blue light from the obsidian key was no longer a glow; it was a pulse, a rhythmic thrumming that matched the heavy beat in my marrow."Preston said no one goes in," the guard said. His voice cracked, a jagged sound in the quiet of the hallway. He didn't stand his ground. He shifted his weight, his eyes darting to the floor—a low-ranking wolf baring his throat without even realizing it."Preston is a placeholder," I said.I moved. I didn't run; I transitioned from one point to the other with a speed that made the air whistle. I grabbed the guard’s wrist and twisted. The snap of the bone was a clean, dry sound,
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"Put the key on the table, Madeline, before you lose the hand that's holding it."Preston Hale stood in the center of the Great Hall, his feet planted wide on the rug where Harrison used to stand. He smelled of heavy pine and wet iron—a sharp, cold scent that lacked any of the woodsmoke warmth I had lived for. He wore the Council’s silver pin on his lapel, the crescent moon catching the dim light from the dying fire."It isn't yours to ask for," I said.My voice sounded like dry bone scraping on stone. I hadn't washed since the canyon. The dust of my father’s grave was a grey mask on my skin, and the grit under my fingernails was a permanent reminder of the landslide. I clutched the obsidian key inside my tunic, the sharp edges biting into my palm. It was the only thing that felt real."I am the Alpha of this territory by decree of the Twelve," Preston said. He took a step forward, his boots heavy on the floorboards. "Harrison is moon-sick. He’s a danger to the bloodline. And you? You
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"You’re walking into a slaughter, Harrison, and you’re taking half the territory with you."I slammed my palms onto the stone map table in the war room. The vibration rattled the loose cartridges of a sidearm resting near the edge. Harrison didn't look up from the canyon topography. He smelled of woodsmoke, heated copper, and a sharp, jagged edge of desperation."He’s my father, Madeline," Harrison said. He traced a finger along the narrow pass of the Whispering Canyons. "The Council’s heralds confirmed the location. Adrian Whitlock is holding Richard in the basin. If I don't move now, they’ll have his head on a pike by sunrise.""The Council’s heralds are liars who smell of rotted lilies," I said. I stepped around the table, my boots clicking against the floorboards. I grabbed his arm, feeling the braided steel of his muscles beneath his leather jacket. "Adrian is a butcher. He doesn't leave trails unless he wants them followed. This isn't a rescue. It’s a culling."Harrison pulled a
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"You shouldn't have brought that stench back into this house, Madeline."Harrison stood in the center of the Great Hall, his boots crunching on the glass shards from the shattered transom. The scent of woodsmoke and heated copper was jagged now, clashing with the lingering frost on my skin. He didn't move to touch me. He paced the length of the rug, his muscles corded under his shirt like thick cables. The frequency in the room was a low, discordant thrum that vibrated in my teeth."The Shadow-Pack didn't give me a choice," I said.I dropped the leather satchel onto the heavy oak table. It landed with a wet thud. The gold heart inside was cooling, but it still radiated a faint, rhythmic heat that made the air shimmer. I wiped a streak of frozen stag's blood from my cheek, my fingers trembling. The grit under my fingernails scraped against my skin."They called you High Queen," Harrison said. He stopped his pacing and turned, his amber eyes glowing with a sharp, predatory light. "The s
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"Actually," I said, pausing at the threshold of the guest den. "Would you mind scavenging a spare shirt for me? I’m desperate to peel this silk off my skin, and obviously, I didn't pack for an overnight stay.""Fine. Stay put."Harrison turned on his heel, his heavy tread echoing down the stone cor
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Madeline let out a wet, shaky scoff but didn't pull away from the heat of his chest. Instead, she let her head rest against his blazer again. "You're only feeding me those lies because you're desperate for the sobbing to stop."His ribs vibrated beneath my ear as he gave a soft laugh. "Maybe I am a
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I tuned out Harrison’s low growl and rubbed my temple anxiously as I stayed on the line with Preston. “Now that I’m tracing the moon cycles in my head…” I trailed off, performing some frantic mental math. “I’m nearly a full week past my expected shift. I mean, it’s probably just the environment,” I
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After tracking her scent through the corridors of the high-end den, having a server double-check the washrooms, and subtly questioning a few pack members about a girl with a sharp spine and a silk dress, Harrison finally caught her trail. I was sitting on a weathered stone bench outside the restaur
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