Mag-log inDax’s POVWe tried everything.Rico slammed his shoulder into the sealed stairwell until it bled. Elara’s vines tore at the rock and came away blackened with frost. Kael hacked at the seam with her blades until her hands were raw. The stone did not even scratch.“It’s not a door,” my father said wearily from the wall. “It’s part of the seal. Only the one who made it can unmake it.”“Then we find another way.”“There is no other way, son.” Corwin’s gaunt face was gentle. “You came in through the back. There is nothing behind us but the Heart.”I turned away so he wouldn’t see my face.Kael sat against a rib of black stone, her knees drawn up, staring at nothing. She had not spoken since the stairs. When I crouched beside her she didn’t look up.“You’ve been like this since the dark,” I said quietly. “What did you see?”“Nothing.”“Kael.”“It was nothing, Dax.”I waited.
Elara’s POVThe stairs went down for a very long time.Somewhere past the three hundredth step, the torches stopped working. Rico’s black frost lit our way instead, a faint, sickly glow that crawled along the walls. The air grew colder with every turn. My breath hung in front of me in white clouds, and the whispers began.At first it was only a sound, like wind in a keyhole. Then words.Elara.I knew that voice. I had known it all my life.“Mama?” I said, before I could stop myself.Elara, baby, come here. Come and sit. I made your favorite.The darkness ahead of me lit up.I stood in a small yellow kitchen. Rain on the window. A pot bubbling on the stove. A woman with black hair and a worn blue apron turned, smiling, and held out her arms.I had never seen this woman. But I had been dreaming her since I was a child.No more hiding, she said. No more running. Come home. I’ll keep
Kael’s POVI smelled them before I saw them.Wet wolf and old frost, and under it a sour, rotting sweetness that made my skin crawl. I held up a fist, and two hundred wolves went still behind me.The Weeping Falls dropped off the cliff ahead in a single silver ribbon, three hundred feet of white water thundering into a black pool. Mist drifted up in cold sheets. Behind the curtain of the falls, if Valeria was right, a cavern waited, the door Aislin Stormborn had built twenty-three years ago for children she was afraid she would never see again.“They’re in the trees,” I said. “Left and right. Thirty, maybe forty.”Dax came up beside me, broadsword already out. “Kai?”“No.” I tasted the air. “Vero.”His jaw tightened. Elara had told us what Thorne’s message said. Seventeen wolves had run north with the Hollow Alpha. Some of them must have turned back.“Take the left flank,” I said. “I’ll take the right. Don’
Elara’s POVWe rode for the Weeping Falls before the sun was fully up.I would have ridden through the mountain itself. But Rico could not shift without the black veins surging toward his heart, and Valeria, who had arrived in a panic at dawn with four of her sisters, said that if he tried again the cold would take him whole.So we traveled slowly, on sleds and horses, the Seers and the coven and two hundred wolves, and Rico rode beside me with his jaw clenched so hard I could hear his teeth.By noon the veins had reached his collarbone.“Tell me what you feel,” I said, low, so only he could hear.“Cold.” He did not look at me. “And a voice. It’s very patient.”“What does it say?”“That you’re afraid.” He laughed, dry and humorless. “That you’re right to be.”I reached across the gap between our horses and took his hand. It was freezing, the skin gone gray at the fingertips. Through the bond I felt it: a vast, slow pressure at the base of his mind, like a glacier grinding toward a hou
Zoe’s POV I hummed the lullaby my father used to hum. It was the only thing I had left of him. A tune with no words, three falling notes and a long rise, the song he sang when the snow got so deep that we could not leave our hut for days. Flame liked it. She curled into her blankets with her small fist against her mouth and her green light dimmed to a soft glow, and I thought, as I had thought every night for weeks: I will not do it. I will not. The voice had been in my dreams since the citadel. It never shouted. It spoke the way my father used to, gentle and tired and patient. It told me things only he would know. The color of the door he had painted blue. The name of the dog we had lost the winter he died. It told me I was brave. It told me I was loved. It told me he was not dead. Only sleeping, little one, it said. Only held beneath a mountain, in the cold, waiting for you. All I ask is a small thing. A walk to the old well. A child carried out into the night. She will not
Elara’s POV Seline reached the watchtower on the third night, half dead from running. She stumbled through the gate with frost in her braids and dried blood down one arm, and Dax caught her before she hit the stones. She was still gasping when she delivered Thorne’s message. “Kai came to the valley. Thorne faced him in the circle.” She swallowed. “He’s alive. He’s alpha now. But Kai got away, north, with fifteen wolves. Liora says something has hold of him.” I closed my eyes. Beside me, Rico’s hand went tight on my shoulder. “Thorne asked if you would send word to Valeria,” Seline added. “Liora says the coven has been watching the Frostveil for weeks. She thinks they know more than they’ve said.” “Then we won’t send word,” I said. “We’ll go.” The Evergreen coven’s grove lay a day’s ride west, in a hollow of black pines so old their roots had split the mountain. Violet witchlight pulsed along the vines. I felt it as I crossed the boundary, a hum in my teeth, the same hum that h
The bell chimed like a warning shot.Elara stepped through the beaded curtain, heart already racing from the quiet evening loneliness that had become her constant companion.She froze.Kai stood inside the door, shoulders filling the frame, black henley stretched obscenely tight across his chest, dark
Elara drove until the sun was high and her eyes burned from crying.The mountain road twisted behind her like a bad memory she couldn’t shake. Every bump jolted her sore body, reminding her of how thoroughly she’d been used how thoroughly she’d let herself be used. Her pussy was tender, swollen, sti
Elara Voss had always been the quiet one.At twenty six, she lived alone in a small apartment above her botanicals shop in a sleepy human town two hours from the mountains. She was the woman who blushed at romantic movies, who kept her fantasies locked away, who apologized for taking up space. Curvy
Kai’s phone buzzed once more on the nightstand Thorne again,They’re circling the block. Two scouts. Ronan’s personal enforcers. They know she’s here.He silenced it, heart pounding with a mix of fury and possession. Elara lay asleep in his arms, body soft and warm, the faint curve of her lower bell







