Masuk|DIAN| I stood still staring at the letter until the words blurred. "Seraphine died because she found the truth. Stop digging or you will too." My hands kept shaking. Someone knew I was asking questions about Seraphine. Someone knew and they'd found me. Was it someone inside Frostgale? Or had Draven's spies already reached this far? I couldn't stay here alone. Not with that letter and not knowing who'd sent it. I grabbed the paper and headed out, locking the door behind me even though locks clearly was unlocked. The moon was up, casting everything in silver light. A few wolves were still out, heading home from late patrols or evening shifts. I kept my head down and walked fast. Rowan's cabin wasn't that hard to find . Thea had pointed it out earlier when she'd shown me around. I knocked, hoping he was home, hoping he'd know what to do. The door opened. Rowan stood there in loose pants, no shirt, hair damp like he'd just bathed. "Dian? What's wrong?" I held out the letter. "This
|DIAN| I couldn't make myself sleep. Every shadow in the cabin felt off. Every sound outside made me feel unsafe. The wind through the trees sounded like whispers. Branches scraping the roof sounded like claws. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, trying to calm down. Three months. Just survive three months and maybe they'd let me belong here. Maybe I could build something here. Something that won't lead to further rejection and exile and running for my life. Then I felt it. Emotions that weren't mine, pressing against my mind. Suspicion. Curiosity. And underneath it all, hostility. Someone was outside. I sat up slowly, my heart racing. The emotions were clear now that I was paying attention. Someone was watching my cabin. Testing me maybe. Waiting to see what I'd do. I lay back down and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. My whole body was tense, ready to run or fight or do whatever I had to do. But I stayed still. The emotions just stayed outside for what felt like hours. J
|DIAN| I stood in front of frostgale council and tried not to shake. The room was so wide, wooden beams overhead and a long table where seven wolves sat watching me. Judging me. I could feel their emotions pressing against my mind even though I was trying not to. Suspicion. Curiosity. Fear. Anger. Thea stood beside me, her presence the only thing keeping me from bolting. Alpha Kieran sat at the center of the table, his face unreadable. The others I didn't know who they were. Except for one. A silver-haired woman stared at me with open hostility. Her emotions hit me like a slap.The anger and distrust. Something internal, something that felt like old pain. "Last exile we welcomed stole from us and ran," she said, her voice cutting through the room. "Why should you be different?" I opened my mouth but nothing came out. What was I supposed to say to that? That I wasn't a thief? That I was a different kind of exiled wolf? They had no reason to believe me. "Nola," Kieran said, his voi
|DIAN| By the time i woke up everywhere felt so warm. That was the first thing I noticed. Warmth. And there was a smell, herbs and something oddly satisfying. Soft fabric against my skin instead of cold stone. My eyes opened slowly.I was in an actual bed with clean sheets and a thick blanket. Fire crackled somewhere to my left, throwing shadows on wooden walls. "You're awake." a calm voice spoke. A woman sat in a chair next to the bed. Grey hair pulled back tight, sharp eyes that looked like they could see right through me. She was old but not weak. Strong in a way that made me guess she'd survived things that would have killed most people. "You almost died three times getting here," she said, calm as anything. "Most would have given up." My throat was too dry to speak. She must have known because she held out a cup of water. I pushed myself up, ignoring the way my body acted weak, and took it. The water was cool and I had to stop myself from drinking it all at once. "Where am
|DIAN| I ran. Behind me, are snarling. Snapping jaws. Paws pounding the ground, getting closer. Finn's scream still rang in my ears, the way it just cut off, and I couldn't let myself think about what that meant or I'd break. So I ran. Trees blurred past me. Rocks, branches, thorns tearing at my fur. Everything became something to dodge or jump over. My small size helped. When the rogues tried to squeeze through a gap between two one of them crashed into the stone and yelped. Good. I hoped it broke something. My chest burned but I pushed harder. The rogues were right behind me, close enough that I could smell them. Wet fur and blood and something rotten. The ground dropped away under my paws and I almost went tumbling. Water. I could hear it rushing somewhere ahead, loud and fast. The rogues were seconds away, their breath hot on my tail. The stream appeared out of nowhere, the bank falling off strong and sudden. I didn't stop to think. Just jumped in. Cold punched the air from
|DIAN| The grey wolf shifted and suddenly there was a man standing there instead. In his Thirties maybe, with the same scars marking his skin that had marked his fur. He leaned back against a tree and just looked at me, like he had all the time in the world. "You should shift back," he said. "Being human out here, that's asking for trouble. Though I guess you're in trouble either way." I crossed my arms over my chest. "Who are you?" "Finn. No pack. No ties. Just me." He studied my face. "And you're Dian Drake. The rejected mate everyone's suddenly so curious about." My face burned. Shame and anger mixed together until I couldn't tell them apart. "I don't need your pity." "Good, because I'm not offering pity." He pushed himself off the tree and started walking, moving like someone who knew these woods in his sleep. "But I am offering information. They're hunting you. Did you know that?" "Who?" i asked curiously. "Rogues. Not the usual kind though. These ones have their heads on







