INICIAR SESIÓNBy sunrise Ryker had moved every hunter out of the barns.Henrik and his six had walked to the inn in the night. They knew where the hunters slept, and they had seen the plan at the quarry. Damien would know all of it by now, so Ryker changed what could be changed. The hunters left Pike's barn and Edda's barn before dawn, and he put them in the reeds upstream, at the bend a quarter mile above the ferry house. It was cold, wet, and out of sight of every road. There were seventeen hunters at the bend now, and Hale and Dovan with them.Kiera came to find him at noon. She looked better. Her face had color again, and she walked without a stick, though she held her left arm close to her side."Is it back?" he asked."A little. Enough to light a lamp." She sat down in the reeds beside him. "Not enough for anything that matters.""Then we don't rely on it.""No." She looked at the water. "I'm going to ask you to stay here tonight. I know what that costs. You'll hear everything, and you'll see
Kiera woke in a cart with Hale's cloak over her and the taste of blood in her mouth.It was dusk. The cart was moving at a walk, and eighty-odd people were walking beside and behind it in the road. Nobody was talking. She turned her head and saw Ryker near the front with Orla, leading the pack, and she turned it back."You're awake," Hale said. He held the reins. "Don't try to sit up.""How far?""We're at the edge of the fields." His jaw was tight. "Look at the sky, Luna."She pushed herself up on one elbow. Smoke lay over the farms. At the edge of the village a house and a barn had burned to the ground, and a few beams were still burning."Whose?""Garrow's."Her stomach dropped. "Was anyone in it?""No. He got his family out before the riders came." Hale did not look at her. "They rode up to the door, set it on fire, and told his wife to tell the Luna. Then they went back to the inn."Garrow stood in the road when they reached the village. He was black to the elbows with soot, and
Hale told it fast, with the lantern shaking in his hand."I was a rider on the gate when Blackwood took the old hall," he said. "The king's son was ten. He ran out the back with his nurse, and afterward everyone said he was dead." He looked at Ryker. "I knew your face in the narrows. I never told anyone. Not Damien, and not you."Ryker had felt it coming for days. It did not help."What is the ring?" he asked."The king's ring. Every king of the old line wore it. It's cut from the same stone as the doors in the mountain, and it wakes them only for the line's own blood." Hale swallowed. "Damien took it the night the old king died. He wears it, and it does nothing for him. He needs the king's son to put a hand on it, and he needs a woman with power to stand at the door while he does."Kiera had not moved. "So that's why me.""Yes.""And why Ryker.""Yes." Hale looked at them both. "I should have told you at the cabin. I thought I'd be the last man alive who knew."Kiera turned to Ryker.
Kiera and Hale left the ferry house before dawn on the twenty-third day, dressed as two farm hands going to cut reeds.Ryker had wanted to come. She had told him no, and she had given him the reason. He was still too weak to walk the road, and a man with a sword wound could not pass for a reed cutter. He had argued for a minute and then lain back down. She counted that as a win and felt bad about it.The river road ran south along the water for two days before it reached Rivermist. Hale knew every mile of it. He walked ahead with a scythe on his shoulder and stopped at each bend to look at the ground."Here," he said at noon.The road had narrowed. On the left the river ran fast and brown, and on the right a wall of gray rock rose thirty feet, cut straight by old quarry men. The road between them was only wide enough for two carts. It stayed that way for about two hundred paces, and then it opened into fields again."The quarry cut," Hale said. "Every farm cart in Rivermist goes throu
Ryker woke in the dark with the fever gone and every muscle sore.The kitchen was quiet. The stove had burned low, and a single lamp stood on the table. Kiera was asleep on the floor beside his bed, with her cloak rolled under her head and one hand resting on the edge of his blanket. He lay still and looked at the ceiling. Then he made up his mind."Kiera."She was awake at once. She sat up and put her palm on his forehead, and her face eased. "It's gone.""Marna said it would be."She sat back. "You slept a whole day. How's the side?""Sore. Closed." He took a breath. "I have to tell you something. I should have told you on the road, and I didn't, because I wanted to be sure of it first."She waited. She did not look worried. She looked like someone who had decided to listen."The rider we caught gave me a message from Damien," he said. "It was meant for me. He said, 'Tell Aldric that the ring is waiting.'""Aldric.""It's my name. My first one. I haven't used it since I was a boy."
The cart reached the river a little after midnight. Kiera knew the place before she saw it. She smelled the mud and the reeds, and then she heard the water slapping the landing, and she was out of the cart before Hale had stopped the horse. The ferry house stood where it always had, low and square, with a lantern on a pole by the door. The flat ferry sat at the landing with its rope stretched across the dark water to the far bank. She had learned to swim ten steps from here. She did not let herself think about it. Hale knocked three times, then twice. The door opened a crack, then wide. A tall, bony woman stood in it with a poker in one hand. She was past sixty and wore a man's coat over her nightdress. "Tamsin," Kiera said. The woman stared at her. "You've got his mouth," she said. "I always said so. Get in before someone sees the lantern." They carried the hurt into the kitchen and laid them on the floor by the stove. Pell was gray, and he kept saying he could walk. Tilla cam
Ryker's rough lips moved over Kiera's in a hungry, demanding kiss. She tensed at first, but then felt herself melting into his powerful embrace. Something primal awoke deep inside her. A fierce, wild energy she didn't know existed. It raged through her veins like a raging wildfire, consuming her
The ancient ceremonial dagger gleamed crimson in the pale moonlight as the high priestess raised it high. Kiera's breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding like the drums echoing through the stone hollows. This was really happening. Against her will, she was being subjugated to the cruelest
As Kiera stood before the assembled werewolf pack, their eyes shining with reverence and expectation, a shiver of trepidation ran down her spine. The weight of her supposed destiny felt like an immense burden pressing down upon her slender shoulders.Zephyra approached with a gentle smile, her ambe
Kiera's heart pounded in her constricted chest as the massive Rager continued its steady advance. The putrid reek of its feral musk overwhelmed her heightened senses, making her want to retch. She steeled herself, falling into a defensive crouch as it neared with those savage, slobbering jaws agap







