LOGINMarenI am still walking, but I don’t know why. My feet are heavy, and my lungs feel like they are full of smoke from the fire.I stopped by a big oak tree. My legs didn’t want to be legs anymore. They just wanted to be part of the dirt. I leaned my back against the rough bark and waited for my heart to stop being so loud. It was the only thing making any noise in the forest.“You should have kept running,” a voice said.I didn't jump. I didn't have enough energy left to be scared. I looked to my left and saw him. Caius. He was standing near a pile of rocks, looking at me like I was a problem. He didn't look messy. He didn't have blood on his face. He just looked like Caius.“You planned all of it,” I said. My voice sounded small. It sounded like a dry leaf breaking.“It was always going to happen, Maren,” he said. He took a step toward me. He stopped a few feet away. He didn't look mean. He just looked flat.“Why?” I asked. “We didn't do anything to you. I didn't do anything to you.”
MarenTwenty feet.That was all the space left between us and the gap in the north fence. I could see the jagged wire. Beyond it, the trees were dark and thick, promising a place where we could finally disappear.“Almost there,” I whispered, pulling on my mother’s hand. “Just a few more steps, Mom. Don’t look back. Just look at the fence.”“I’m trying, Maren,” she panted. Her breath was coming out short. “I’m trying.”We were so close. I could almost feel the cold air of the forest on my face. Then, three shadows stepped out from behind the equipment shed. They didn’t run. They didn’t shout. They just moved into our path, blocking the way to the gap. They were Caius’s warriors. I knew them by the grey marks on their leather jackets and the way they held themselves.“Where are you going, little birds?” the one in the middle asked. He was huge, with a scar that ran from his ear to his chin.“Out,” I said. I stepped in front of my mother. I felt small, but I didn’t move. “We’re leaving.”
MarenI can’t see anything but orange light and the shapes of people running.“Sera! Mom!” I scream. My throat feels like I swallowed a stone.“Maren! Stay close to me!” Sera’s voice is right there, then it isn’t. A crowd of men from the pack... men who never looked at me for twenty-two years... shove past us.They aren’t fighting. They’re just trying to live.“I’ve got you! I’ve got you!” I yell back, reaching out. My fingers graze the wool of her cloth, but then a beam from the roof of the tool shed crashes down. It’s a wall of fire between us.“Go to the trees, Maren! Run!” she screams from the other side.“No! I’m not leaving you!”I try to jump through, but the heat is too big. I look around, crying, trying to find a way around the flames. The houses are burning in a weird way. They didn’t just catch fire. Someone set them so the fire makes a circle. It’s pushing everyone into the middle of the grounds. My father, Alpha Aldric, used to say I was a failure. I wonder if he’s happy
MarenThe silence didn’t just feel quiet. It felt like my heart had stopped beating and everyone in the room could hear the lack of sound. I stood very still in the middle of the Great Hall, my hands shaking inside the sleeves of a dress that was too expensive for a girl like me. Caius was still looking at my father."I will not take her," Caius said.His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried to every corner of the room."What did you say?" my father asked. His face went from a proud, fake smile to something white and tight."I said no," Caius repeated. He finally looked at me, but his eyes didn't see a person. They saw an object that didn't work right. "I do not accept the bond. I do not accept the girl.""We had an agreement!" Aldric barked. He stepped forward, his hands bunching into fists. "We spent months on this treaty. You traveled for three days to get here. You don't just walk into my hall and insult the Ashveil pack like this!"Caius tilted his head. He looked bored. "I am not i
MarenMy stomach felt like a knot. A really tight one, pulled like a rope until it hurt. I tried to breathe slow, like Mom always told me. In, out. You are strong. You are loved.But Mom wasn’t here. She was just a feeling in my chest now, a silver thread around my heart that only I could see. And Aldric, my father, was at the front of the hall, standing next to the old Elder.He looked like always, like a stone. He never looked at me like I was a person. He looked through me, or past me, like I was just a ghost who got in the way.He always did, ever since I was born a girl. A girl wasn't what he wanted. A girl was a problem.The ceremony hall was too big, too loud with all the whispers. Both packs were here, Ashveil on one side, IronBlood on the other. They were lined up against the cool stone walls, all watching me. I was standing in the middle, right where the ceremony said I had to be.My hands were at my sides. They felt cold. This was my moment, supposed to be. The moment when
MarenMy hands shook just a little. Not enough to mess up the stitch, but enough that I felt it. This was the last night here.Mama sat across from me, her head bent low over the white fabric. It was the dress for tomorrow. The ceremony dress. She’d been working on it for three days, quiet-like, not telling me anything, but I knew. Everyone knew. Now, she was fixing the hem, her fingers quick, putting in tiny stitches that no one would even see.“You know, Maren,” Mama said, her voice low. She didn't look up. “When you were a baby, you were the prettiest thing I ever saw.”I just kept sewing the silver thread. Small, shiny loops, just underneath the hem. We talked like this a lot. Not really talking, but saying things that hung in the air, things too heavy to say out loud when my father, Aldric, might be listening.“Your hands,” Mama went on, her own fingers still moving, steady. “You have your grandmother’s hands. Big, but gentle.”My grandmother. Mama’s mother. I never met her. Aldr







