Rourke’s eyes narrow. “You’ve got an attitude problem, Knight. But you’re efficient. Colder than the rest. That’s why you’re alive. Just don’t screw this up. The Alpha Prime doesn’t forgive failure.” “I don’t fail,” I say, sliding my blade back into its sheath with a snap. He studies me for a lo
ACE (NATE) The Capital is nothing like any pack I’ve ever known. Everything here drips with power and wealth. Black stone roads flecked with silver shine underfoot, while crimson and gold banners snap against towering walls of pale marble. At the heart of it all stands the Alpha Prime’s palace
"Maybe, let me have two other color choices," I say and they shove me into a fitting stall with three choices: deep forest green, steel silver, and a golden yellow that shifts like warm sunlight when it catches the light. Out of pure spite, I don’t try the gold first. I try the green which turns o
STACY. The next morning at the clinic, I pinch the bridge of my nose with the back of my wrist because my fingers are stained green from crushed comfrey. “Your mix isn’t working.” Aunt Kasile (no blood relation—everyone just calls her that) sits on my exam cot with her bad knee propped on a roll
STACY. Daniel’s eyes move quickly over the letter, his expression hardening with every line. When he looks up, his gaze lands squarely on me, and something in his face makes my stomach knot. “It’s for you,” he says quietly, holding out the letter. I blink, confused. “For me?” Malcolm, who’s
“Hey,” I say softly, lifting his chin so he meets my eyes. “How about we get some ice cream, huh? Maybe that’ll make today a little better.” He hesitates, then nods slowly. “Okay. Can I have two scoops?” “Two scoops,” I promise, managing a smile. We drive to the small café near the square, the