THE CAGE ABOVE THE ABYSS

Chapter One

The silver burned.

Marina Night water hung suspended in the Howling Cage, her wrists and ankles bound by chains that seared her skin with each shallow breath. The metal was ancient, forged specifically to contain wolves like her, creatures who could slip through darkness itself if given the chance.

But there was no darkness here. Only pain.

The cage swayed fifty feet above the ravine known as the Endless Fall. Below, jagged rocks jutted from churning white water. Above, storm clouds gathered, heavy and grey, as if the sky itself mourned what was about to unfold.

Marina's wolf fought to emerge, to shift and heal the burns covering her arms, but the silver chains held her locked in place. Trapped between human and wolf, belonging to neither.

The sound of footsteps on stone made her lift her head. Through the bars, the entire Bloodfang Pack assembled on the cliff's edge, hundreds of wolves in human form, amber eyes fixed on her with expressions ranging from hatred to grim satisfaction.

Then the great wooden doors of the pack house swung open, and Marina's breath died in her chest.

Silvain Redthorn stepped into the grey morning light.

Even now, even after everything, the sight of him stole what little breath she had left. Six and a half feet tall, shoulders broad enough to carry his pack's survival. Silver streaked through his dark hair, premature grey from the plague that had stolen so many of his wolves.

From her betrayal, or so they believed.

His amber eyes, once warm when they looked at her, were now cold as winter stone.

In his arms, he carried two small bundles wrapped in ceremonial blankets. Marina heard the soft whimpers of infants who did not understand why their mother's scent had vanished from their den.

"Silvain." His name tore from her throat. "Please. Let me hold them. Just once more."

He did not look up.

The twins were three moons old. Sera, with red-brown fur marking her as pure Bloodfang. Luna, whose silver shadow coat revealed her hybrid heritage. Marina had nursed them yesterday morning. She had believed she had time, to find proof, to make him understand, to fix the catastrophic mistake of loving him.

She was wrong.

Kael Iron fang, the Alpha's second, stepped forward with a scroll.

"Marina Night water, you stand accused of espionage against the Bloodfang Pack, conspiracy to commit murder through poisoning, and the deaths of fourteen Bloodfang wolves, including five pups."

Each accusation landed like a blade. Marina shook her head, chains rattling.

"I did not poison anyone. Silvain, you know me."

"I know nothing." His quiet words carried across the distance. "I thought I knew a wolf who loved her pack. Who cradled our daughters with gentle hands." His jaw tightened. "That wolf never existed. She was a shadow puppet, and I was fool enough to love the performance."

"The mission, yes." Marina's voice broke. "I will not deny that. But everything after, everything we built was real."

"Built on lies." Silvain soothed Luna, who had begun to cry, and Marina felt her heart crack at the sight. "Present the evidence."

Kael opened a wooden box. Glass vials, small and delicate, still carried traces of the poison that had killed so many. Marina's scent clung to them from across the distance. She had never touched those vials. Had never even seen them before yesterday.

"Found hidden beneath the Luna's sleeping furs," Kael announced. "And this." He held up a blood-stained cloth. "Blood magic was used to enhance the poison's potency. Luna's own blood, freely given."

"That is not my blood." Marina's desperation overrode every instinct. "Test it. Use the old magic."

"We did," Silvain said softly. "It is yours."

The world tilted.

Then she understood. Ragnar. Her former mate from the Shadows paw Pack. He had the skill to forge such evidence, and he still had access to her blood from when they were bonded. He had been furious when she broke their connection to take this mission.

"Ragnar did this," she gasped. "He framed me. Silvain, he was here three days ago."

"He was." Something dark crossed Silvain's face. "He brought us proof of your treachery when we were too blind to see it ourselves."

Horror washed over her in waves. Ragnar had come here. Had presented himself as the concerned former mate. Had given her own honest confessions the weight of confirmed guilt.

It was perfect.

"Marina Night water." Silvain's voice filled the canyon. "I strip you of your title as Luna. I strip you of pack membership and protection. I strip you of our mate bond and every mark we share."

He touched his shoulder where her bond mark had burned into his skin. Marina felt something tear inside her chest, felt their connection shred like paper in fire.

She screamed. The bond mark on her shoulder blazed white-hot, then faded to an ugly grey scar.

"You will remain in the Howling Cage," he continued, voice flat and empty, "unable to shift, unable to escape, until you die of exposure or thirst." He paused, and for just one devastating moment she saw a raw agony flash behind his eyes before ice swallowed it whole. "You were my moon, Marina. You were my everything."

He turned his back on her, sheltering their daughters against his chest.

"Now you are nothing."

The pack dispersed. Rain began to fall. Marina hung in her silver prison and listened to the world go quiet.

She did not notice Lyra Redthorn lingering at the cliff's edge until the Alpha's sister spoke.

"I believed you." Lyra's voice was barely audible above the wind. "For what it is worth, I still do."

Marina's head snapped up. "Then help me. Please."

"I cannot." Lyra glanced toward the pack house, her expression taut with something that looked less like sorrow and more like carefully contained fear. "But there is something you should know, something I found last night that I could not bring to my brother." She hesitated, stepping closer to the cliff's edge, lowering her voice. "The wolves who died were not killed by the poison found in your chambers."

Marina went very still despite the swaying cage.

"The toxicology does not match," Lyra continued, her words coming faster now. "Whatever killed them came from inside the pack. Someone with access to the water supply for months before you ever arrived." Her amber eyes lifted to meet Marina's. "You were framed, yes, but not only to destroy you. You were framed to stop you from finding what I found."

"What?" Marina's voice was barely a breath. "What did you find?"

Lyra opened her mouth.

The arrow took her through the throat before a single word escaped.