LOGINHe released my waist and stepped around me. Walked away while I stood exactly where he had left me. Then I exhaled. Telling myself with absolute conviction that I was completely fine, and the warmth still sitting at my waist from his hand was simply body heat. Before I could stop myself I looked back. He didn’t turn around. He was gone, his presence blending easily with the shadows. That was yesterday. At the moment I was at my first war council. It was the first time I’d seen most of these people up close and without their disgust toward me. Although I was not yet their Luna, there will be more tests. Rosalind called the first luck and found a way to convince Damon too. Or maybe he agreed because I wasn’t entertaining enough. I shook my head. Trying to keep the enemy away from my thoughts. Whatever they wanted to throw at me I was ready to catch it even if I stumbled. I had seen the worst of what existence could offer and I was done being its number one co
He is not who you think. The note sat on the table beside my bed all night. I had picked it up more times than I wanted to admit and read it more times than that. By the time dawn came, I had arrived at no conclusions. My head throbbed as my eyes felt the lack of sleep. The timing of this was funny. Right on the night before my first test. When my mind was already loud enough without the addition of anonymous warnings slipped under my door in the dark. I folded and tucked it under my pillow. The pack had gathered in the main courtyard by the time Skylar came for me. I heard them before I saw them. The low murmur of a crowd that had already decided the outcome and was here for the confirmation of it. I had stood in enough rooms like this – full of people who had already made up their minds about me. I knew the specific quality of that sound. It had a texture to it. A particular density. I kept my chin up and walked into it anyway. The test parameters were simple. A targ
Dawn came quietly to Silvercrest. The kind of quiet that existed only in the hour before a pack fully woke. Before the weight of everyone else’s opinions settled back onto my shoulders – something I had to carry whether I wanted to or not. Skylar was already waiting at my door. No uniform, and her arms crossed, an expression that said she had been standing there longer than she’d like. “You’re late,” she said. “You didn’t give me a time.” “Dawn is a time.” I followed her through the lower pack corridors and out into the cool morning air. We went across the main territory and around the eastern edge of the training grounds to a section tucked behind a storage building. It had flat ground and a few worn posts, the kind of space only a top delta knew existed. No one else was here. It almost looked abandoned and I think I liked it. Doing this away from prying eyes. She stopped in the middle of the space and turned to face me with the expression of someone about to do an i
Eris.My foster mother stood in the doorway of my room and looked at me the way she had always looked at me. Like I was something stuck to the underside of her life that she couldn’t scrape off.The room shrank.I shrank.I am twenty-two now.Yet, fifteen years of careful fear and survival lived in my body and it responded to her before I could stop it. The urge to make myself smaller, to drop my eyes, to find the corner of the room and press against it. I felt it move through me like muscle memory and I hated it and it happened anyway.She looked around my room. At the window. At the bed. At the lamp and the empty bowl and the clothes Skylar had brought.“You really think,” her voice carried the pleasure of someone delivering news they have been saving, “that the alpha will give you a spot beside his throne.” Her laugh was short and without warmth. “The mad alpha. Damon Bane.” She said his name like a punchline. “He enjoys a spectacle. He likes to be entertained. Why else would he p
My new room had a window. That was the first thing I noticed when the enforcer left me at the door and walked away without locking it behind him. Not the bed, with a frame and a mattress and a blanket that wasn’t damp. Not the small table or the lamp or the walls that smelled of gravel rather than rot. The window. It faced west. The evening light came through it at an angle, landing on the floor in a warm rectangle, and I stood in that rectangle for a long time, doing nothing, just standing in the light. It was the little things. For me, this wasn’t. It was the first room I could remember having that looked like it was made for living. I sat on the edge of the bed eventually and looked at my hands and thought of what I had done. A deal. I turned it over in my mind the way you turn over something valuable — carefully, from different angles, making sure it was real. For the first time since I was seven, since I was sold to strangers who didn’t know what to do with me, I
The battle room looked the same.Same oval table scarred with blade marks. Same maps bleeding ink across every wall. Same weapons rack along the far side, each one cleaned and waiting for the next reason to be used. Same cold stone smell underneath everything, the kind that didn’t change regardless of what happened in the room or who stood in it.I had stood here once before, chained, bleeding from Damon’s claws, certain I was about to die.I stood here now, unchained, clean, wearing borrowed clothes that actually fit, and felt somehow more undone than I had that first time.At least then I knew what was coming.They had positioned me in the centre of the room the way you position something you’re examining. Rosalind, the pack’s healer, was to the left, her hands folded in front of her like she was at a formal proceeding. The elders, Eli and Edgar, clustered near the far wall. The beta, Ralph, standing slightly apart from the others, his voice warm and attentive.Skylar stood near the







