تسجيل الدخولMara’s father PovSomething cold touched my throat before I'd taken three steps into the quarry.Teeth. Not biting, just resting there, a wolf's breath hot against my collarbone. I stopped walking. Behind me, at the treeline, I could feel Scott tensing, and I lifted two fingers without turning around. "I'm unarmed," I said to the dark. "I'm here to talk.""They all say that," a voice said, and the teeth went away.Four wolves came out of the rock, silent, gray against gray. Blackwater sentries. They walked me down into the quarry in the middle of a moonless night. The old stone bowl was lit by a single fire, and around it, on overturned crates and flat boulders, sat the people I'd driven nine hours to see.Maren, Blackwater's matriarch, seventy at least, one milky eye, a hand like a bundle of sticks. Jackson, who led the Hollow, thirty and thin, with a smile that never reached his face. And three gray-haired from the mountain families, who sat shoulder to shoulder like a jury.The ai
Mara’s PovScott hit me like a truck.One second I was in the middle of the yard, gray wolf, hackles up, paws braced on the frozen grass. The ground came up and knocked every bit of air out of me. His jaws closed around my scruff, not hard, not enough to break skin, just enough to say this is where you’d be dead.He let go, stepped back and shifted."Again," Scott said, naked and fogging in the cold, completely unbothered. Sixty years old and built like a wall.I shifted too, shaking, and a pack member tossed me a blanket without being asked. Four bruises on my ribs I could count without touching them. My wolf wanted to bite something so badly my jaw ached."You're angry," Renner said."Yeah.""Good. It's useful. But anger's a match, girl. Burns bright, burns out. You need a furnace." He tapped his chest. "Slow and steady I don't care how long it takes.""How do I get one of those?""Lose a lot." He almost smiled, which was rare. "Again."I lost seven more times that morning.Pain, it
Tamara’s PovI was sitting in the Council chambers with three elders staring at me like I was a problem they'd been handed.Elder Hess had his reading glasses pushed up on his forehead. Elder Carver tapped a pen against the table, slow, like a clock. Elder Morrison slid a folder across the polished wood toward Lucas, Garrett, and me."Read it," he said. "Then tell me you still want to be in this room."I opened it. Photographs of a hunting lodge in the hills. Trucks parked in a ragged line. Wolves in a frozen yard, rows of them, shifting on command.And in front of them, a girl in a white T-shirt.Mara.My stomach dropped. Not from fear. It felt more like recognition. I'd seen her stand like that with murder in her eyes the night of the ritual.I wanted to hate her. I tried. But all I could think was that someone had taught her to stand that way, and I wasn't sure she'd chosen it."Forty-one confirmed," Morrison said. "Riverside, mostly. The father has named her alpha.""She's being t
Mara’s PovI didn't sleep through the night.Around dawn I gave up and went downstairs. The hall still smelled like smoke. The fire had died down to one red coal, and I crouched in front of it and held out my hands like it could tell me what I'd agreed to.I'll do what has to be done. That's what I said. Not yes. I'd picked those words on purpose. I just couldn't tell who I was lying to."You're up."Dad stood at the bottom of the stairs with two coffees. He handed me one without asking how I took it. He knew. He always knew."Scott thinks I'm too soft," I said."Scott thinks everybody's too soft. He's sixty." Dad sat down across from me. "He knelt, though.""Because of you.""Because of you." He said. Then he set a tablet on the floor between us. "I wasn't going to show you this. I figured you had enough on you. But you're going to lead these people, and a leader ought to know exactly what she's leading them against."The screen showed a news page…..Crestwood College Commencement…..p
Mara’s father ‘s PovThe pack came at dusk, one truck at a time, headlights off for the last half mile like I'd told them.I stood on the porch of the old hunting lodge and counted. Forty-one. Forty-one wolves out of the sixty-three who had sworn their loyalty to me over the years. The rest were too scared, or or already on the phone with the Council. I'd deal with them later.Forty-one would do for tonight.Nobody talked as they filed into the main hall. Boots on pine boards. The smell of wet fur and woodsmoke and nerves. I'd lit the fire myself. A man ought to see the faces of the people he's about to ask to die.Scott came in last. He'd been my second for twenty two years. He stopped in the doorway and looked at the bare walls, the blanket nailed over the window, the cots stacked in the corner."You've turned the lodge into a hideout," he said."A war room," I said. "Sit down."He sat.I waited until the doors were shut. Then I walked to the middle of the floor and let the fire thr
Mara’s PovI woke up and didn't recognize where I was.The ceiling was unfamiliar. The bed was soft. The room was quiet.Then I saw him.My father was sitting in a chair beside the bed, watching me sleep. His expression was peaceful like everything had gone exactly according to plan."Good morning," he said. "How are you feeling?""Dad," I said. My voice was rough from sleep. "What time is it?""Almost noon," he said. "You slept for hours. You needed it."I sat up slowly and looked at him."How are you feeling now?" he asked. Like it mattered. "Good," I said. "I'm... I'm okay."But I wasn't okay. Something felt wrong. The way he was looking at me felt wrong."Dad," I started. "About what you did. About breaking me out. I don't like….""You don't like what?" he asked. His voice had changed. It was sharper now."I don't like that you broke the law," I said carefully. "I don't like that you gave up everything for…..""For you," he finished. "I did this for you, Mara. All of it. Everythi







