LOGINKaneI stumbled out of the car and ran for the clinic doors. They slid open with a hiss. I raced into the corridor, looking frantically for Elara.There. Delia sat in one of the plastic chairs, sobbing into her hands. Marcas stood beside her, his hand on her back. I ran to them, my heart pounding. "Marcas!" I called. "Delia!"Marcas straightened and met my gaze, his face pale and drawn. He shook his head."What happened?" I demanded, breathless. "Where's Elara?"Delia lifted her tear-stained face to me. "Oh, Kane," she wailed. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."Before I could ask again, a gentle voice came from behind me. "Alpha. Please, come in with me."I turned. Dr. Crane stood in the doorway of one of the rooms, his dark suit rumpled, his thinning hair disheveled. His somber brown eyes met mine.But he didn't say anything, didn't offer any explanation as to what was happening. Why Elara wasn't here."Is Elara okay?" I asked, but he just held out a hand, beckoning me to enter the room
KaneI turned back to Brooke and met his eyes. "Jace is on an assignment to deal with Mistwood," I said quietly. "It's being handled." The words felt bitter on my tongue, every bit as false as they sounded.I hated myself for saying them, for letting my best and oldest friend handle this mess while I did nothing. But what else could I say?Brooke was patient. "For how long now, Alpha?"I swallowed hard, the bitter taste of my own failure. "Five weeks.""And when did we last hear from him?"My jaw clenched. I knew this was coming, knew Brooke would be the one to ask it, the one who'd have the guts. "It's... being handled," I repeated, my voice cracking.Not one call in five weeks. The realization settled in my gut, cold and heavy. Five weeks with nothing but silence from the north, from the land of the savages.Jace had gone there for help, believing the wolves of the north could provide what the south couldn't.But now... I swallowed hard, my throat constricting around the unspoken tr
KaneFive weeks. Thirty-some days of nothing but the empty silence of Jace's absence. I had been counting every goddamn second, when suddenly I stopped hearing Brooke.He was still there across my desk, mouth moving, but I only saw his lips. I hadn't heard a single word he'd said in some time.The morning light glinted off the old brass doorknob, cast a pale shadow across the polished wood floor. It was a meaningless pattern, but I watched it anyway. I watched it until I heard that word."Alpha."Like he'd said it more than once already. I looked up, met Brooke's gaze. His heavy brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. He leaned forward, meaty forearms resting on the edge of my desk.Jace's car pulled out of the drive. The crunch of gravel beneath tires, the low rumble of an engine, a fleeting scent of exhaust and motor oil. I stood on the front porch, arms crossed, hands gripping my elbows.He'd said I had to let him go, and I'd agreed, but I'd forgotten what part of me th
Lyra"Aren't you tired of acting like everything is all right? Save that for the idiots you keep around you," I snapped, my voice cracking.I wrapped my arms around myself, fighting the urge to scream. Tears spilled down my cheeks, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back. "I did nothing. You made it perfectly clear what would happen if I ever let anything slip to Sera. And I kept my mouth shut. I told her nothing.""You did keep your silence." His voice was calm and smooth, unruffled.I glared at him through my tears. "It doesn't matter though, does it? I don't even have access to my sister thanks to you! You made sure of that."I took a shuddering breath."So why did you kill him?""Hmm. I see." He rubbed his chin. "You're talking about Edran."I stared at him, my heart pounding, my breath caught somewhere in my throat. He had said the name himself. He had not even flinched.He rearranged a few things on his desk. A paperweight. A quill. The edges of a parchment. My nails dug in
LyraI felt sick. Rock bottom sick. The hangover actually felt good next to the hollowness sitting under it.Odile had kissed me.Right after Nadia stood there in the dark and said she could see how badly the girl wanted me. Not an hour after. Nadia had said it out loud in front of everyone and then walked off into the night, and I had stood there and let Odile put her mouth on mine.And I had wanted it. That was the part. For a minute I had wanted it, with Nadia's father in the ground and Nadia's mother in a hospital bed and Nadia somewhere out there on her own, I had stood in the dark and been perfectly willing to have another woman.My head shook back and forth against the pillow, denial thick in my throat. My hands scraped up over my face and I whined into them, the heels of my palms pressing hard against my closed eyes.He did this.My father did this. He said he would and then he went and did it, and Nadia's father is dead.I was off the bed before I had finished the thought.Wi
LyraI cracked open an eye, wincing against the sliver of sunlight that slipped through a gap in the curtains. My head pounded, my mouth felt like sandpaper, and every inch of my body ached. I rolled onto my side and lifted the phone off the table beside the bed.The screen swam into focus. Missed calls. Three of them, from a number I did not know, all of them a little after eleven last night.I stared at it for a long time, waiting for my mind to tell me something useful about it. Nothing came. I had never seen the number before and it meant nothing to me, and I did not have the energy to sit there working at it.I set the phone face down on the blanket and let my arm drop.The ceiling of my room was pale in the morning light, the same beams I had been looking at my whole life. I lay there and looked at them and let it all come back to me, because there was no stopping it.The thick dark air had pressed around us, heavy and still. Neither Odile nor I said a word. I had no words left
LyraShe ignored me. She dropped to her knees, her hands sliding down to the waistband of my trousers. She shoved her fingers inside the fabric, gripping my hips tight. With one sharp pull, she dragged the pants and my underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, kicking my boots off in the
Lyra"Tell the girl to step into the room," he said."Leave her out of this," I said. My voice came out as a pathetic, raspy whisper. I cleared my throat, trying to find some spine. "She didn't do anything. It was my idea to come in here.""Tell her to step into the room," he said, his eyes going d
LyraThe voice didn't belong to Nadia. It didn't belong to me. It came from the metallic object resting directly behind my hip.Nadia froze. She pulled her mouth away from me and yanked her fingers out of my body. She stood up quickly, wiping her wet mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heavi
SeraNight fell fast, and with it, the temperature plummeted. We had three fires going, but the heat didn't seem to travel more than six inches past the flames. I sat on a log by the middle fire, pulling the wagon fur around my shoulders, shivering so hard my teeth were literally clicking together.







