LOGINMaeve came up the harbour road on a black horse with a Ravenscar flag on a pole and four Ravenscar wolves behind her.
She was in a good coat and her copper curls were tied back and she sat the horse the way a wolf sits a horse when she has been riding since she was a girl.
She stopped at the gate and got down and handed the reins to one of the four.
"Alpha," she said. "Luna."
"Maeve," Ronan said. "What is that flag?"
"It is a flag of parley. I have come under it and I will leave under it and no wolf in this house will be harmed by me or mine today." She looked at me. "I have an offer from Lord Callum of Ravenscar and I have been asked to bring it to you in person."
"Bring it in," Ronan said. "And leave the four outside."
Maeve left the four outside.
She came into the kitchen and stood at the end of the table and looked at the archive and the elders and the guards and Lorcan under guard and did not sit down.
"I have been north," she said. "I took the ledger to a pack that does not owe Soren anything and I put it in front of them and I told them what was in it. And then I went further north to Ravenscar and I sat down with Lord Callum and I told him what was in it too."
"And what did he say?" I said.
"He said he had been waiting thirty years for a reason to move against the Council and that a ledger with thirty one names in it was a very good reason." Maeve put a folded paper on the table. "He is offering an alliance. Six wolves on this coast and six on the north road and a boat at the mouth of the bay. He will stand with the Blackthorn Pack at the reading and he will stand with it at the trial and he will not ask for the territory or the boats or the tithe."
"What does he ask for?"
"The seat," Maeve said. "Soren's seat. He wants it and he has wanted it for thirty years and he will take it if the Council falls."
The kitchen was quiet.
"And what do you want?" I said.
Maeve looked at me.
"I want to come home," she said.
Nobody said anything.
"I have been in the north for a week and I have been in a Ravenscar house with a Ravenscar lord and I have done what I went to do and the ledger is safe." Maeve's voice was even. "And I have been thinking about this pack every night. I have been thinking about the wounded and the roof and the boats and the kitchen and the nine wolves who signed my paper. And I have worked out that I have been a fool and that I want to come home."
Ronan looked at her.
"You walked out of my hall," he said.
"I did. And I was wrong to do it and I am not going to make a speech about it." Maeve put her hands on the table. "I am asking to come back. As Beta. And I am bringing an alliance and a ledger and six wolves with me."
Ronan stood with his hands behind his back and looked at her for a long moment.
"Fiadh," he said. "What do you think?"
I looked at Maeve.
I looked at her and I thought about the mill step and the paper with nine names on it and the Council house and the ledger going north in her arms.
"Take the alliance," I said. "Do not take her back as Beta."
Maeve's face changed.
"Fiadh," she said.
"You went to the Council and you traded us for a seat and then you came back and you took the ledger and you went north and you did a good thing with it." I looked at her. "And then you went to Ravenscar and you brought back an alliance with a lord who has been trying to take this coast for thirty years. You have done one good thing and one thing I do not understand and you have done them both in a week, and I am not going to hand you this pack's Beta seat until I know which of them you are."
Maeve's jaw worked.
"That is fair," she said.
"I know it is fair. It is not kind." I put my hand out. "Come back into the house as a wolf of this pack and stand with us at the reading and I will watch what you do. And when the reading is over and the Council has decided we will talk about the Beta seat."
Maeve looked at my hand.
She looked at it for a long time.
Then she took it.
"Right then," she said. "I will bring my four in and tell them the flag is down and there is a bed to be found somewhere."
She went out.
Padraig came over to the table with his stick.
"Healer," he said. "There is a thing you should know about the Ravenscar offer."
"What?"
"Lord Callum of Ravenscar has been in the north for thirty years and he has never once offered an alliance without a price." Padraig sat down. "If he is offering six wolves and a boat and no price, then he has already been paid by somebody else."
I looked at him.
"Who?"
"There is a name at the top of every page in Lorcan's ledgers," Padraig said. "And there is a second name under it. And there is a third name on the Ravenscar title deed that nobody in this house has looked at." He looked at me. "Callum of Ravenscar was given his territory by Soren forty years ago. He has been Soren's wolf since the day he took it."
The kitchen was very quiet.
"Then the alliance is a trap," Ronan said.
"The alliance is a trap," Padraig said, "and Maeve brought it into this house with a flag and a smile."
The letter from the keepers sat on the kitchen table for three days before I answered it.It was a short letter in Mairéad's walnut-faced hand, and it said that the keepers had found a spring on the far west coast with the founder marks still on the walls, and a mark in the water that had not been given in two hundred years, and a young wolf in a fishing village who could not shift and did not know why. They wanted to know whether the Luna of the Blackthorn Pack would come and look at it.I read it four times. Then I put it under the sugar bowl and went out to help mend the kilns.On the third evening Ronan found me on the harbour wall with it in my hand and sat down beside me without saying anything. The tide was coming in and the boats were lifting off the mud one by one, and the light was going long and orange over the hills."You have not answered it," he said."I have been busy.""You have been mending a kiln that Aisling told you three times not to touch." He put his hands in hi
I came up out of the spring with my mother's hand in mine.She was lighter than a wolf should be. I carried her up the stair with Ronan on her other side and Padraig going ahead with the lantern, and the water ran off her grey coat and left a trail on the stone, and none of us said a word until we were out in the open air under the stars. Then she opened her eyes and looked at the sky for a long time and said, "Is that the same moon?""It is a different moon," Padraig said. "Ten years of them."She thought about that. She was very thin and her fur had gone the colour of ash, and when she shifted back into her human shape she was so light that Ronan took off his coat and wrapped her in it and carried her the rest of the way up the hill. She had grey hair, my mother, and green eyes like mine, and a face I had not seen since I was sixteen years old.The pack house was full when we came in. Aisling had got the fire going and the kettle on and there was a clean bed made up in the small roo
The spring took three days to open, and in those three days the Blackthorn Pack counted what it had lost.I did not go down to the Council seat on the first night. Padraig put his hand on my shoulder on the cliff and said, very quietly, "A spring that has been sealed for ten years does not open in an hour. You will need all your strength for the rite, and you will not have it if you go down there tonight with a dead wolf at your feet and a fight still in your blood." I did not like it. I stood on that headland with the wind pulling at my coat and the old keeper's body laid out on the grass behind me and I wanted to go down the hill and into the dark that same hour. Padraig waited. He has a great deal of patience, and he has spent a good part of his life using it on me."You are no good to her dead," he said.That was the argument that worked. I went back to the pack house and Ronan brought me a bowl of soup that I do not remember eating, and I slept for sixteen hours with the mark on
The old keeper was fast for a wolf his age, and he was clever, and neither of those things saved him.I came in low and took his foreleg out from under him, and Ronan hit him from the other side before he could get his feet back. The pack was on him then, a ring of teeth that closed and opened and closed again, and he fought his way out of it twice and both times we put him back on the rock. The third time he did not get up.He lay on his side on the grass with his grey flank heaving and blood on his muzzle, and he looked up at me with those pale eyes and said, in the voice that lived inside my head, "You have a mark on your wrist that I did not put there. What is it?""You tell me," I said. "You are the one who made it."His eyes went to my foreleg and the mark on it, and something moved across his face that I had not expected. Not anger. Relief."The rite has a witness," he said. "Every rite needs a witness, and the founders wrote it so that the witness could never be the same wolf
We went north to Falcarragh the next morning with eight wolves and Padraig, and the mark on my wrist stayed cold the whole way.The road up the coast is a narrow thing that runs between the sea and the hills, and the wind comes off the water without anything to stop it. I sat in the back of the cart with my coat collar up and watched the mark on the inside of my wrist. It had not warmed since the Council steps. It sat there beside the gold crescent, small and dark, and every mile we put behind us it seemed to me it got a little colder, the way a stone gets colder the deeper you dig it out of the shade.Nobody talked much. Padraig had his old leather satchel on his knees and his blue eyes fixed on the horizon, and Ronan drove the cart himself with his jaw set, and the eight Blackthorn wolves who had come along ran the verge on four feet in a loose scatter, and their breath showed in the air.The old house at Falcarragh stood on its own above a stony beach, a long low farmhouse with a s
The new law was passed in a room that smelled of fresh paint because the old Council chamber had been scrubbed out and the scrubbing had gone deeper than anyone expected. I went down for the vote because Ronan went down for the vote and because the Blackthorn Pack had a stake in it, and I sat in the gallery with Nessa on one side and Oisin on the other, and I listened to eleven Alphas argue about the future of the coast for six hours.The old Council of Alphas had been nine elders and a rule that said whatever the elders decided was law. The new one was different in every way that mattered. Every pack on the island got a seat and a vote, the elders lost the power to make bonds or rule on territory, and the whole thing was written down on paper that any wolf could ask to see. Ronan had drafted half of it in the fishing gear room with a pencil stub and a mug of cold tea, and when Elder Colm read the clause about willing marks aloud the gallery stood up and cheered for so long that Colm







