LOGINCassie POVI sat down by his side after talking with Garret. I watched as he breathed slowly, holding his hand that had been cut.I closed my eyes. Gosh, I would forever hold myself accountable for what had happened to him.I had not left the chair beside his bed all night. Garret had tried twice to carry me away, and twice I had told him no. I had to be with him when he woke up.He had to know his sister, his friend, was here for him.After a while he stirred in the bed, rolling to where I was sitting. He peeled his eyes open, blinking before finally seeing me.A smile settled on his face, as if he were not experiencing any pain. "You look terrible," he whispered.I shook my head. "I was worried about you. You don't expect me to dance and make merry when my brother is somewhere being tortured."He sat up, wincing a little at the pain he felt in his hands. "I am fine." He tried to smile, and his split red lip stopped him. "Is there water?"I reached for the jug of water on the table a
Cassie POVI could not stop looking at my hands.They were clean now. Rita had placed a bowl of water by my side time after time without saying anything. I stared at the water, itching to wash my hands again and again and again, to wash the invisible blood off them.It was past midnight. Garret had carried me to bed hours ago, and I had let him, and then I had lain with my eyes open until his breathing slowed beside me, without moving.My hands subconsciously counted the people who had died.Six.Six whole children whom I could vouch for. I had tried so hard to get them away. I had poured all of myself into that letter, and yet Capsian had just killed them without giving it a second thought.I had been so proud of that letter.That was the part I could not forgive. Not that I had failed, but that I had felt clever.I had stood in Garret's kitchen with a pen in my hand and thought, I can fix this. I can save them all. As if a woman with a few sheets of paper could outwit a man who had
Cassie POVMy eyes stayed glued to the wall. So they were all dead and no one could help. Six of them died. I wondered how Odell was doing now.Elena calms in closing the door behind me “I heard Garret went to meet white stone for war. Not for anything. For war and they could kill anyone”“What do you mean he could kill anyone. Garter is not like that”She smiled “Garter is a beat. He might be soft on you but he is a beast. He would always fight up over anyone and you have no way out”I stared at her, my mind running back to what had happened earlier in this room. With the same ElenaAs I stared at her. I stared at Elena. "What do you mean he would kill anyone who goes against his orders?" I asked.She shrugged. "It's what all Alphas do, Cassie. I mean, Caspian did that too, right?" she asked, her eyebrows raised.Yes, Caspian did kill anyone who actually disappointed him or tried to betray the pack, but it hardly ever happened. Hardly.She talked about Garrett like someone who would
Third POVThe wind blew south, heavy gusts of wind swept through Odell and his cloth. Odell stood at the edge of his son's grave long after the others had gone, after they had bade him goodbye, after his wife had left and carried their cousin home. He stared at Tobin's grave, at the child who had to leave the world all because he was born into a pack headed by monsters."Tobin," he called softly, stretching his hands towards the grave."Come back, son. Mummy needs you. I needed you to cut something for me."But no answer came.Yet, Odell refused to believe Tobin was alive. That was the thing Odell kept returning to. His boy was alive, asleep at last in his own bed, and was under a spell made by the pack healer or the witches, even if witches did not exist here. He had to delude himself that something would work.But he could not lie to himself. He laughed as a drop of rain touched him, and he heard the footsteps of the pack elders coming to him.They had six other children that had be
Capsian POVI turned.Andrea was standing at the side door.She was dressed in black, with a veil over her hair, and she held one hand pressed to her belly. She looked frail and lovely and very tired.Why did she not tell me that she was coming? If she had, I would have done something better."I beg your pardon, Elders," she said, in a clear voice. "I did not mean to interrupt. But I could not stay upstairs and listen to my husband being accused.""Luna," one of the elders said, standing up. "You are most welcome."She came forward. The crowd parted for her. She walked up the aisle slowly, with her head high, and I watched her pass the faces of the grieving fathers and the weeping mothers with an expression of perfect sorrow.She stopped beside my chair. She did not look at me."I am a woman," she said. "I carry his child. Whatever else you may think of me, I would never stand beside a man who could do what is being said of him.""Luna," Odell said, very softly."Please." She lifted a
Capsian POVElder Odell and his sympathizers came the next morning, early, before the maids had woken up to sweep.I watched them from the window of my study as they crossed the courtyard, a long grey line of men and women wearing black, with half the pack trailing behind them."They are all here," Andrew said behind me. "Every household. They have been gathering since dawn. I thought this would happen tomorrow," he said."I can see that, and I do not know.""What do you want me to say to them?""Nothing," I said as I smoothed my vest and smiled at my reflection. Andrea was still sleeping in her room. I looked at Andrew and smiled. "Stay with me, behind me and not in front of me, and play the aggrieved [unclear] with me.""My Alpha, if they believe the children were killed on your order...""They do not know that. We will deny as much as we can.""They are not stupid. They are suspecting.""Suspicion is not proof." I turned from the window. "Half of them want me gone, and the other ha







