LOGINThe stable smelled of hay and horse and cold morning air, and Garrick, who had run Cade's stables since before Roman could walk, was already shaking his head by the time we reached the third stall. "I didn't log it," he said, running a hand down the mare's flank. "I assumed one of your scouts had her out. She came back lathered, near spent, sometime before sunrise yesterday somebody rubbed her down, too. Whoever it was knew horses." "Nobody was cleared to take her out," Roman said, very quietly. "No, Alpha, that's what bothers me." I crouched beside the mare's near foreleg and found what I'd been hoping not to find, a crust of dried clay packed into the hoof, rust-red, nothing like the dark soil of our own paddocks. "That's quarry clay," Roman said, kneeling beside me. "There's only one place on this side of the border you'd pick it up, the north ridge road." "The old boundary cairn." "Where Cade and Vantage riders have been leaving dispatches for generations." His jaw tighten
Elowen listened to the entire account without interrupting once, her small, weathered hands folded in her lap, Bramwell beside her in the guest wing's sitting room and Corinne perched on the window seat with a face gone pale in the lamplight. "How long did it last?" she asked, when I'd finished. "A few breaths or maybe less, it felt longer." "And he let go when you asked him to." " I had to push back gently, I didn't force him." I turned my cup in my hands, unable to stop moving them. "Elowen, he reached for me not just the room. Me. I felt him pulling at my will like a hand tugging my sleeve." Her expression changed at that, something careful and grave settling into it. "That's the part that worries me more than the stillness." "Why?" "Because a frightened child reaches for the strongest will nearby, the way any baby reaches for the warmest arms." She leaned forward slowly. "He wants comfort, not conquest, but from the inside, to the child, they feel the same, the reaching an
Three weeks passed in a haze of recovery and rebuilding, the kind of slow, grateful peace I'd stopped believing I was allowed to have. Elowen and Bramwell stayed on at Cade territory, Corinne installing them in the guest wing with the fussy determination of a woman who'd waited four decades to finally look after her oldest correspondent properly. Liora remained under Draven's guard in Vantage, receiving visitors only through careful arrangement, and the first tentative letters between us, stiff and formal, had begun to arrive. The twins grew, that was the part that surprised me most, how ordinary it all felt. Elara had learned to pull herself upright on the edge of the nursery furniture, her small face screwing up with fierce concentration each time she wobbled, and Corwin had discovered the joy of throwing things, which he pursued with a dedication that frankly impressed even Ivy. I'd almost let myself believe the danger was truly behind us. — It happened on a Tuesday, in the m
The valley fell quiet by midmorning, the last of Liora's scattered forces either captured or fled, and I sat on an overturned crate near the healer's tents, exhaustion settled so deep into my bones I could barely hold a cup of water steady. Ivy moved through the rows of wounded with the grim efficiency of someone who'd done this too many times, and I forced myself up, unsteady, to help, because sitting still while people I'd fought beside bled around me felt like a failure of its own kind. "You should be resting," Ivy said, not looking up from the deep gash she was stitching along a young guard's forearm. "So should you." "I'm not the one who held a command against forty trained wolves." She tied off the thread, finally glancing at me, sharp and unsentimental. "Sit. Drink something, I'll tell you when I need you." I didn't sit. I carried water instead, moved bandages, held a lantern steady while Ivy worked on a wolf whose leg had been torn nearly to the bone. Small, practical ta
I woke before dawn, the way I always seemed to on days that mattered most, and lay still for a long moment listening to Roman's steady breathing beside me, memorizing the sound of it before whatever came next had the chance to change anything. Maya! my wolf said, quiet and present. Today we don't hold back. Not out of fear, but out of purpose. I know, I told her, and meant it completely. — Draven's reinforcements arrived just after sunrise, smaller than hoped but real, forty wolves led by Draven himself, his expression grim as he took in the hastily assembled defenses. "I came the moment your message reached me," he said, clasping Roman's forearm. "I wish I'd brought more. I wish I'd had more warning." "You came," Roman said. "That's more than we had any right to expect on two days' notice." Kane emerged from the pack house already armored, his wound from Bertrand's attack fully healed now, nothing left in his bearing but the hard, focused readiness of an Alpha prepared
Roman found me in the nursery, Corwin asleep against my shoulder, and the look on his face told me before he spoke that whatever he'd learned wasn't good."Draven's scouts found something," he said. "Near the border. A camp, abandoned in a hurry, days old. it looked coordinated and very professional.""The Keepers.""We think so. Whoever it is, they moved fast once they had Elowen." He crossed the room, careful of Corwin's sleep, his voice low. "There's more. A rider was spotted leaving that camp alone, heading in this direction. He was Fast and deliberate on where he is ahead to."My stomach tightened. "Toward us specifically.""We don't know for certain. We're not taking the chance." Roman's jaw had gone tight, the same focused calm I'd learned to recognize before real danger. "I've doubled the guard already Corinne's been sent for and Kane knows."Careful, my wolf said, low and sharp, no softness left in her at all. Whatever Elowen told them, it didn't end this. It changed what the







