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By midmorning, the eastern settlement was already feeling what the suspended patrols had done. Two supply carts had been turned back at the crossing. The merchant who normally brought medicine up to the settlement had refused to travel without an escort, and the handful of warriors Kael had posted along the road were struggling to cover ground that two packs used to share between them. Lyra was standing by the storehouse, watching a woman argue with one of the guards. "How long are we supposed to wait?" the woman demanded. "My son needs those supplies." The guard shifted from foot to foot. "We're doing what we can." "What you can won't help him if the medicine never comes." Lyra stepped over. "What does he need?" The woman turned, and the anger in her face gave way to plain worry. "Something for his fever. The healer sent for it two days ago." Lyra looked at the guard. "Could one of the patrols escort the merchant, if he agrees to come?" "We haven't the men to spare. Not with
By breakfast, the council had already started questioning Kael's orders.Lyra was passing the council room when she heard the raised voices through the door."You can't keep every eastern post manned with our own warriors," someone was saying. "We're stretched thin as it is.""And if we abandon those positions, the settlements are exposed," Kael answered."The neighbouring pack has pulled its patrols. We can't go on acting as if nothing has changed."She slowed, just enough to see him through the gap. He stood at the head of the table, his face like stone."I'm not asking you to act as if nothing has changed. I'm asking you to protect our people while we deal with what follows.""And if Rowan refuses to restore the agreement?""Then we find another arrangement."A councillor scoffed. "You turned down his terms, Alpha. How long do you expect the rest of us to pay for that?"Kael's jaw tightened. "Are you saying I should have forced Eveline into a marriage she hasn't agreed to?""I'm say
The rider reached the courtyard before Lyra and Kael made it to the dining hall.A guard cut across their path, slightly out of breath. "Alpha. A messenger from the neighbouring pack."Kael stopped. "What does he want?""He says he's carrying word from Alpha Rowan, and he won't hand it to anyone but you."Kael's face tightened a fraction. He glanced out toward the courtyard. "Bring him to the council room."The messenger was already dismounting by the time they got there, a broad-shouldered man in travel-stained clothes with the neighbouring pack's crest fastened across his chest. He bowed, though not deeply."Alpha Draven.""You're a long way from home.""I come on my Alpha's instructions." He reached inside his coat and brought out a sealed letter.Kael broke the seal and read. His face gave almost nothing away, but Lyra saw the small hard knot form at the hinge of his jaw. When the messenger had stepped back, she asked, "What doe
By midmorning, Eveline was ready to leave. Her luggage had already gone down to the front courtyard, where two guards stood beside the horses stamping and blowing in the cold. She was waiting near the steps with a letter from her father in her hands, reading it through with a look that said whatever it contained, she didn't like it. Lyra was cutting across the courtyard when Eveline folded the page and slid it up her sleeve. "Going home?" Eveline glanced up. "My father has apparently decided that waiting for an answer is no longer an option." "That sounds pleasant." A faint smile. "You have no idea." Lyra looked over at the horses. "Will you come back?" "That depends." "On what?" "On whether my father thinks I've been wasting his time. And whether Kael finally decides what he's willing to offer." Lyra didn't know what to say to that. Eveline studied her for a second and then, unexpectedly, almost laughed. "You needn't look so uncomfortable. I'm not going to make you explain
The training grounds were almost empty when Lyra got there. She liked it better that way. No curious eyes tracking her every move, nobody waiting to see whether she'd stumble. Only the crack of wooden swords against practice posts and the occasional shout from a guard coming off shift. She picked up a training blade and started again. She was better than she had been a few weeks ago, but still slower than the more experienced fighters, and she hated it. It wasn't that she wanted to be the strongest warrior in Nightfang. She was just tired of having to prove, over and over, that she'd earned her place among them. "You're gripping it too hard." Lyra turned around. Kael stood a few paces off with his hands clasped behind his back. He wore a plain dark shirt with the sleeves shoved up to his elbows, nothing like the council clothes he usually hid inside. "Good morning to you too," she said. The corner of his mouth twitched. "Good morning." She looked down at the sword. "A
The healer had been working on Orin for the better part of an hour by the time Lyra reached the infirmary.Kael was standing outside the room, talking in low tones to two guards. Even from the end of the corridor she could see how tightly he was holding himself."Is he alive?"He turned. "Yes. The healer says he has a chance. The blow to his head was bad.""Did anyone see who did it?""No. He was found outside his office."Lyra looked at the shut door. "Was anything taken?""We haven't finished checking.""Then maybe we should."Kael considered her for a moment, then nodded to the guards. "Go with her. Nobody gets into the records office without my permission."The council wing had changed since the morning. Kael's orders were already in force, with guards posted at either end of the corridor and every exit watched. Orin's office looked as though a storm had passed through it. A chair lay on its side, papers had been flung across the floor, and one drawer had been dragged clean out of







