LOGINCASSIE
When morning comes, Austin is already gone. The only sign he was there is the faint dent in the pillow and the scent of his cologne that clings to the sheets. I sit on the bed for a long time with my hands pressed between my knees, staring at the wall. I don’t know what to do with myself.
For a year, I’d been silly enough to think we could make it work. With the truth now out in the open, I don’t know how I&
ZORENAs if conjured by my thoughts, Adler steps into the room with practiced calmness. I scan his face to know if Cassie being awake now is a good sign, but he gives nothing away.Without a word to me, he produces a penlight from his pocket and holds it to Cassie’s eyes. She winces, and I almost yell at him to stop. Her fingertips pinch one at a time. He says her name, loudly, then softly, then in an old wolf howl, and her head tilts toward each sound and away.“She’s waking,” he says at last. The crack in his voice makes it nearly impossible to rejoice at the good news. “That in itself is…”“Is what?” I ask, impatient.He takes off his glasses. “She isn’t tracking faces. She isn’t answering to her name. And I don’t think she’ll speak for a while.” He pinches the brid
ZORENThe drive to Liora’s house takes fifteen minutes. Fenrir and I tense as I enter. The place is unusually quiet, and my suitcase still sits in the foyer as if nothing has changed.Liora is in the living room, standing near the window in one of the silk dresses she favors. She turns when she hears me. Relief flashes across her face, and a smile spreads across her red lips.“Your dad was right. You’re finally back to your senses.”I don’t bother to correct her assumption. I cross the room and hold out the second folder and a pen. “Sign.”“What’s this about?” She glances at the page, and her face loses color. “Zoren, we can talk about this. The alliance—”“Sign, or we can take it public,” I say, my voice f
ZORENThe surgery lasts eleven hours. I know because I count every hour. I don’t sleep. I don’t eat. I don’t drink water. And I don’t answer the phone that buzzes at intervals with Dad’s name, Liora’s, then an unknown number. I pace the corridor, my shadow stretching and shrinking under the lamps.Once, around the sixth hour, there’s a deep, sharp tug in my chest. It lurches, flares, and for one terrible moment, falls dark. I drop to my knees on the tiles. I don’t know how long I stay that way. When I lift my head, the light in my chest has steadied. It’s thin, flickering, but still present.Somewhere in the center of it, where my wolf used to feel Cassie’s, a silence has settled that is not like the silence of death. This time, it’s the silence of a room where someone has closed a door very softly, so as n
ZOREN“There has to be another way.”I hear my own voice from far off. Adler stands across the bed with his glasses now pushed up into his hair and his hands open at his sides. He looks like a man who has already lost this argument with himself a dozen times.“Tell me there’s another way,” I demand.“Sit, Zoren,” Adler whispers. My feet refuse to move, and he exhales. “Please. Let me explain, and then you decide.”My knees weaken, but I don’t sit. I stay where I am, one hand on the bed rail and the other on Cassie’s ankle. If she can feel this, let her know I’m here. I’ll never leave again.Adler takes a breath. “Do you understand what her blood really is?” he asks.No. I’ve
ZORENAdler turns to me with a frown. “To your father?”“All of it. Use every vial and every dose.” I stare at the C on the label, and it blurs. “This is the last favor I do him as his son. It should be enough to keep Katherine alive for a year.”Cassie has bled enough.Adler nods slowly. “I’ll arrange the courier.”I nod and walk back to Cassie’s room. She is exactly as I left her. I pull a chair to the edge of the bed. The metal feet scrape the floor, and the sound is obscene in the silence. I sit, taking her hand in both of mine. She’s as cold as the vials. I hold her palm between mine and try to warm it.“Hey,” I whisper. “Hey, tiger.”She doesn’t move. She doesn’t blink.“You were s
ZORENThe drive back takes forty minutes, and I don’t remember a single mile of it. The facility is as active as when I left it hours ago. It hums with a low, clean note of ventilation and cold light. Every corridor smells of antiseptic and wolves.Adler meets me at the inner doors. He stares at my face like he can tell what happened with my family an hour ago, but says nothing. Except for the mild ache that throbs up my arm occasionally, my arm and shoulder are fine now.“Come with me,” he says.I follow him down a hall lined with glass. Behind the glass are the moonflowers. They sit in racks under blue lamps, their petals glowing faintly. A glow that only lasts a month and nothing more. Crestwood supplies a batch each month.“Tell me,” I say.“Zoren.”







