LOGINLyraI sat on the edge of my bed with the bag at my feet and scrolled to the last number in my call log. Sera's number. The one she'd called me from.I tapped it and put the phone to my ear, waiting for the ring, but there wasn't one, just dead air, flat and empty. I hung up and tried again and got the same nothing, so I lowered the phone and sat there staring at it.My eyes drifted down to the bag at my feet. It didn't matter whether Sera picked up today or next week.I was going North; that part was decided.But every time I looked at that bag, Mother was there at the back of my mind, the same way she'd been for days, ever since I'd started packing. If I went now, I'd be leaving her behind without a word.Mother and I hadn't really talked in a long time.I had to talk to Mother.I walked down the gilded hallways to her private chambers and knocked. No answer. I knocked again, then let myself in.The sitting room was empty. Through the open door to her bedroom, a servant girl was smo
SeraI poured myself a cup from the jug on the table and took a sip. I didn't offer her one. Elara stood there, silent, her hands gripping the edge of her cloak. I swallowed and set the cup down, watching her.I smiled and leaned forward, resting my elbows on the table.Her lips tightened, and she took a breath. "I...""The guest wing isn't far from here," I said, almost apologetically. "I don't think there's a wolf on this floor who didn't hear you and your husband tonight. And one of our warriors has been following you since the moment you walked out on him."I tilted my head, as if the thought had only just occurred to me. "You know, the two of you can't even come apart quietly. The whole keep has had a front-row seat since you rode in." I picked up my cup again. "I keep trying to decide whether it's stupidity or just how you both are." A sip. "I suppose it doesn't matter. The result's the same."There was a beat of silence. Elara's hands flexed on her cloak. Her breath caught."It
SeraI let Fenris and Yvara handle the chiefs without me. I was hours late with the oil, and I wasn't going to sit in front of the chiefs sealed thin. I'd stood a few feet from Kane most of the morning, and the day had run away from me.The little clay bottle sat on the table.I snatched it up and worked the stopper loose with my thumbnail.I tilted my head and drizzled the oil along my throat, my hands shaking. I rubbed it in with my fingertips. I moved to my wrists next, dipping my fingers into the bottle again.The scent curled into my nostrils, faint and bitter. I lifted my jaw and smeared it into the soft hollow behind my ear, then dragged my wet fingers down my neck.Pulling my tunic loose, I bared my belly to the last of the light from the window. My fingers traced a path of cool oil low across my skin, where it mattered most. I closed my eyes and breathed. My hands weren't as steady as I wanted them to be.The light outside had nearly gone when I finished. I leaned back in the
KaneI stood there long after the footsteps were gone. Then I dropped onto the edge of the bed and picked up the cup she hadn't touched. I drank it down.Poured another. The fire popped. Somewhere below, laughter carried up through the stone, Northern wolves drinking like nothing had happened.I tipped the jug for a third and got a few drops, then nothing. I shook it. Empty. The cup went down on the stand harder than I meant it to. The room was too quiet, the door still hanging open, the marks of her boots still pressed into the furs.Below, the laughter rose again. That was where the drink was. I was on my feet and out the door before I'd thought any further than that.The keep was big, the halls far from my quarters. Two Ironmaw warriors were coming the other way, and the bigger one slowed when he saw me."Lost, little Alpha?" He jerked his chin at the wall. "South's that way."The other one snorted. "Leave him be. Pup's had a long day."They laughed and shouldered past, close enoug
KaneI ran a hand through my hair, looking away from Elara's dark profile bent to the fire. The room was cold and empty.I poured the ale and held out a cup to her. She ignored me, her gaze fixed on the flames. I slammed the cup down on the small stand beside the bed."You're supposed to remove your boots before sitting on the furs," I said, not caring that I sounded petulant. I couldn't stand her insolence, her disdain.She looked at me finally, her eyes glinting. "I'm not planning on getting comfortable."My temper frayed the rest of the way. I stepped closer to the bed."You looked pathetic, Kane," she spat. "So small."I clenched my teeth. I wanted to shake her. "I held my head high," I bit out. "No matter what you think of me, I am still your Alpha, still your mate."She laughed, a harsh sound. "I studied every face in that hall, and I didn't see one pair of eyes that looked at you with respect.""You want to know about respect?" I snarled. "You sold me out up there. You humiliat
JaceI was still grinning, still chuckling, the laughter fading from my lips even as I pushed through the hall door. Mina walked at my side, holding my arm tight as if she thought I might run off.Then I saw him, and everything in me just stopped cold. My thoughts, my breath, my heartbeat. All of it. I stared at Kane, my Alpha, my oldest friend, and my mind struggled to wrap around the sight.This had to be a joke, a dream, some kind of hallucination. Because Kane couldn't have gotten on a horse, travel north.He worried and paced and stayed home. He had things done to him and always felt sad about it afterward. But here he was, standing in the middle of the Ironmaw stronghold.Here he was.My throat went dry, the bread suddenly an unwanted weight in my hand. Mina's fingers tightened around my bicep in warning.I took in the rest of the room in one swift glance: the haggard grey of Kane's face, Elara standing rigid at his side, Sera's blank expression beside the stone hearth, Fenris l
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.
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







