MasukIt looked like someone had taken a wolf, a bear, and something prehistoric and smashed them together into a creature that should only exist in nightmares. and it was bleeding. The wet sound wasn't just its breathing. Blood pooled beneath its left flank, dark and viscous, too much blood. A wound carved deep into its side, edges ragged like something had torn through fur and flesh with claws or teeth. The beast's eyes opened. They glowed faintly in the darkness, gold-green and far too intelligent. They fixed on Winter with the focused intensity of a predator assessing prey. Winter's wolf instincts screamed at her to run. But she'd spent her whole life being prey. Being the thing that ran while others hunted. And she was so gods-damned tired of it. "I'm not going to hurt you," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. It felt stupid talking to a creature that probably didn't understand language and definitely wanted to eat her. But the alternative was silence, and silence
Winter walked until the voices faded.Past the sleeping chambers, past the practice room where she'd manifested (and nearly lost control of) her shadow magic, past the underground spring where Levi found her every morningShe walked until the lichen grew sparse and the darkness pressed close, until the only sound was her own breathing and the distant drip of water somewhere in the deepp.Nobody stopped her. Maybe they didn't notice her leaving, too busy celebrating her "progress" (their word, not hers)Or maybe they assumed she needed space after the demonstration. Either way, Winter was alone in the tunnels for the first time since she'd been brought here, and the solitude felt like finally surfacing after being held underwater.Her head still ached from the magic. Not a normal headache but something deeper, like she'd strained something inside her skull that wasn't meant to be used. Levi said it would get easier with practice.That using magic was like exercising a new muscle.Winte
The question hung between them. Winter didn't answer right away. Couldn't. Because the truthful answer would devastate her mother, would confirm everyone's fears about the bond's influence, would prove she was exactly as weak and confused as they thought. But the truthful answer was still: 'es. maybe. I don't know but I want the choice' "I want to talk to him," she said instead. "Just once. Ask him what he wants. What he intended. Because everyone here tells me he's a monster, but when I was there he also..." She struggled for words. "He let me see him. The real him, under the curse. And that person wasn't evil. Just broken." Levi absorbed this silently. Then: "Your grandmother broke him. With her curse." "I know." "Does that bother you?" "Yes." The admission felt like betrayal. "She had every right to her anger. To her revenge. But cursing an eighteen-year-old boy for his father's crimes... that's not justice. That's just more cruelty." "Most people here won't see it that way
Winter's hands clenched. "Sad. Confused. Angry sometimes. Guilty because I'm supposed to be grateful to be here but I just feel....." She stopped, the words damming up in her throat. "Feel what?" "Trapped!" The word burst out. "I went from Griselda's house to Ezekiel's citadel to here and nobody's asking what I want, where I want to be, everyone just keeps moving me around like I'm a piece in their game and I'm so tired of it!" Her voice cracked. "I'm tired of people deciding my life for me!" The shadows in the room shivered. Winter felt it more than saw it. A ripple through the darkness, like dropping a stone in still water. Levi went very still beside her. "Do that again" he breathed. "Do what? I didn't do anything!" "You did. You felt something real, something strong, and the shadows responded." His excitement was palpable. "Don't think about it. Just feel. What do you want right now, more than anything?" The answer came immediately, instinctively, from somewhere too deep a
She let him pull her to her feet, her damp soles cold against the stone floor. "Try what?" "Actually testing your magic instead of talking about your feelings. Feelings are complicated. Magic is straightforward." "I don't have magic." "Everyone with witch blood has magic. It just manifests differently." He led her deeper into the cave system, away from the main cavern. They passed through a narrow tunnel that opened into a smaller chamber she hadn't seen before. It was empty except for scorch marks on the walls and ceiling, black streaks that spoke of previous explosive experiments "This is the practice room," Levi explained. "Warded so nobody gets hurt if something goes wrong. Which it will, repeatedly, so don't feel bad about it." Winter's stomach twisted with anxiety. "I don't know what I'm doing." "Nobody does at first." He positioned himself across from her, maybe ten feet away. "Most magic falls into categories. Elemental—fire, water, earth, air. Healing. Transformation. D
Three days of questions Winter couldn't answer. Three days of Sophia hovering, eyes bright with desperate hope every time Winter entered a room. three days of witches introducing themselves with names she'd forget immediately, their faces blurring together into a mass of cautious curiosity and poorly hidden suspicion Three days of feeling Ezekiel through the bond like a distant storm on the horizon. Rage that came in waves, then went cold and empty in a way that scared her more than the anger. Winter sat on a flat rock near the underground spring, her bare feet dangling in water so cold it made her bones ache. Alice had told her the spring ran deep, fed by snowmelt from mountains she couldn't even see from down here. The cold helped. Made her focus on something physical instead of the mess inside her head. "You're doing it again." She didn't turn. Knew Levi's voice by now, the way he always sounded vaguely amused even when discussing serious things. He'd been assigned as her tea
As he led her away, Winter chanced one last look at the tower. Ezekiel was gone. But the echo of his terrified fury still resonated in the bond, a strange and powerful comfort.Jax led her back through a different section of the Citadel, a wide, covered causeway connecting the main keep to the armo
She found him in the northern forge, just as Jax had described. It wasn’t a weapons smithy, but a smaller, private place. The air was hot and thick with the smell of metal and coal smoke. The forge fire burned low, casting the room in a hellish red orange light. He was standing by a quenching barr
the tunic was a shroud and a shield. It smelled of him...of pine, cold night air, and the ghost of a lightning storm, and the scent was a constant, dizzying reminder. Winter spent the first day after the slaughter in a state of muted shock, wrapped in his scent, her mind a placid lake of exhaust
“It’s just a cake, Snow,” Jax sighed. “It’s not going to bite.”As if summoned by the tension, the bond’s hum intensified slightly. Winter’s gaze flickered to the main door. The shadows in the small gap beneath it seemed to shift. He was out there. Listening.She stared at the cake, her stomach twi







