LOGINRhysI've never invited anyone into the workshop before.It's a small, crooked building behind the stables, half storage shed and half whatever I needed it to be at the time, and for most of my life it's been the one place in Ashwood where nobody expects me to say anything. Elias doesn't come here because he doesn't see the point of it. Kai comes only when he needs something fixed and wants to complain about it while I do. Father knows it exists the way he knows most things about me, in broad strokes, never the details.So when I hear footsteps outside the door on a gray afternoon, three days after Kai's rigged sparring match, I assume it's Kai.It isn't."Is this where you disappear to," Kira asks, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed loosely, curious rather than guarded. "Elias said I'd find you here. He said it like a warning.""It's not a warning." I set down the knife I've been working on. "It's just not very interesting.""Can I come in?"I should say something clever.
KaiI find Kira in the training yard two days after Elias's spectacular meltdown over Dain, watching Toren attempt to spar with one of the younger pack members with the kind of focused intensity most people reserve for actual threats."He's getting better," I say, dropping onto the fence beside her."He's getting bruised," she says, though there's no real worry in it, just fond exasperation."He'll live. Bruises heal. Confidence takes longer to build.""You sound like you're speaking from experience.""I have two brothers who've been knocking me down since before I could walk properly. I'm an expert on bruised confidence.""And here I thought your confidence was unbreakable.""It's mostly performance," I admit. "Very convincing performance, but performance.""Is that what we're calling it.""What would you call it."She considers this with the same careful seriousness she gives most things, which I've come to realize is one of my favorite parts of talking to her, the way she actually
EliasThe council hall is packed by midday, more of the pack crammed into the space than I've seen gathered outside of a funeral or a formal challenge, and I don't like how many of them are watching Kira the second she steps through the doors.Father speaks first, his voice carrying easily across the hall without needing to be raised. "By now most of you have heard the rumors. I'm here to confirm them plainly, so nothing further gets exaggerated in the retelling. Three of my sons share a mate bond with the woman standing beside them. It is rare. It is legitimate. And she and her brother are to be treated as members of this pack, in full, effective immediately."A murmur runs through the crowd, some of it curious, some of it clearly skeptical, and I watch Kira hold herself perfectly still under the weight of all that attention, chin level, giving nothing away."Any concerns," Father continues, "come to me directly. Not to her. Not to my sons. To me."That should settle it. It mostly do
KiraMorning light finds me sitting at the small table in our room, watching Toren still asleep, when a knock comes at the door, soft enough that I almost mistake it for something else.It's Elias, and behind him, Kai, finally back, and Rhys, all three of them looking like they've been standing there arguing about who should knock first."We need to talk," Elias says. "Somewhere Toren won't wake to it."I glance back at my sleeping brother, then step into the hallway and pull the door mostly closed behind me. "Talk about what.""Terms," Kai says, leaning against the wall with something of his old ease back in his posture, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You said it yourself yesterday. You don't know what to do with this bond. Neither do we, if we're honest. Seems like the kind of thing that deserves an actual conversation instead of everyone tiptoeing around it.""Fine." I cross my arms. "Say what you came to say.""You go first," Rhys says. "This should be on your terms befo
KiraAshwood looks different walking in beside three of its own instead of dragged between guards with my hands bound.The training grounds I passed hours ago as a prisoner now register as something closer to a neighborhood, wolves sparring and laughing and calling insults at each other with the easy familiarity of people who've known each other their whole lives. Children chase each other between buildings. Someone's cooking something that smells like rosemary and roasted meat, and my stomach clenches so hard at the scent that I have to consciously stop myself from stumbling toward it like an animal.Toren notices too. His hand tightens in mine, and when I glance down at him his eyes are wide, cataloguing everything the way I taught him to, though there's something else underneath the wariness now, something that looks almost like longing."It's big," he says quietly."It is.""Bigger than Thornvale was."I don't answer that, because I don't trust my voice to hold steady if I try. Th
RhysI've spent my whole life learning how to watch things closely enough to understand them before they finish happening. Tracking teaches you that. So does being the third of three brothers who all move faster and louder than I do. You learn to read a room, a trail, a person, before anyone else in the room realizes there's something worth reading.I still didn't see this coming.We walk a few paces behind Elias and Kira at first, letting them talk, though I catch most of it anyway, the particular cadence of her voice when she's deciding how much of herself to hand over to someone she doesn't trust yet. Careful. Measured. Nothing wasted. I recognize that kind of carefulness. I've built my own life around a version of it."You're quiet," I say eventually, falling into step beside her when the trail narrows enough to shift our arrangement."I've been talking plenty," she says. "Your brother's just better at filling silences than I am.""That's not what I meant." I study her profile, th







