MasukThe messenger's eyes go still before he can say another word, breath finally giving out, and Iris presses two fingers to his neck, shaking her head slowly."He's gone," she says quietly.Cassian stands fast, fury and fear tangled hard across his face. "She's here, in this territory. Possibly inside these very walls, and he died before telling us anything useful about where.""Search everywhere!" Damon orders the guards nearby. "Every wing, every outbuilding, every face you don't immediately recognize.""That could take hours," Evan says. "And if she's clever enough to have hidden herself successfully this long, she's not going to be easy to find with a simple sweep."I press a hand against my chest, trying to steady the panic climbing hard and fast now. "She's been watching us this whole time. Every move we've made, every plan we've discussed, she could have been close enough to hear it directly."Cassian pulls me close instinctively, arms wrapping tight around me despite the chaos st
We break away from the tree line fast, leaving the old man behind without a second thought, because whatever he wants, whatever he's watching for, it means nothing next to the fact that armed men are pouring into Blackridge House's courtyard right now.‘Iris,’ I think, terror spiking sharp through my chest. ‘Helena. The cellars.’“We'll reach them,” Cassian says, though I hear the same fear threading through his voice too. “Run now Mara.”We tear back through the chaos of the battle, dodging arrows and blades, and burst into the courtyard just as the smaller group of attackers reaches the main doors leading down toward the cellar stairs.“No!” I put on a burst of speed I didn't know I had, Nyx pulling everything she can from my unfamiliar limbs, and I hit the nearest attacker hard, knocking him sideways just before he could force the door open.Cassian's right behind me, taking down a second man with brutal efficiency, and Damon arrives moments later with three more guards, the tide o
Cassian doesn't answer right away. He stands there at the top of the wall, my hand still locked tight in his, staring down at the figure with the torch like he's memorizing every detail of the man who dared come knock on his door demanding that I get handed over like his property."Who's asking," Cassian finally calls back, voice carrying loud and steady across the dark space between us and them."A servant of someone far more important than myself," the voice answers, almost amused. "Cordelia Ashworth sends her regards, and her patience, which I should warn you, is running rather thin tonight.""Then she can come ask for what she wants herself," Cassian says, "instead of hiding behind messengers in the dark."A ripple of low laughter carries up from the group below. "Cordelia doesn't dirty her own hands with confrontations like this. That's what people like me are for."Beside me, Nyx paces restless under my skin, every instinct screaming at the wrongness of this whole standoff, the
Cassian's already shouting orders before the guard finishes speaking, guards scrambling into defensive positions along the outer wall, and I feel Nyx surge forward under my skin, sharp and alert, ready for whatever's coming."How many?" Cassian demands."Hard to say for certain in the dark," the guard says. "Twenty, maybe more. Moving with purpose, they are not scattered like refugees or travelers.""Cordelia's people," Nadia says immediately, standing despite her guards' hesitation to let her move freely. "She's not waiting for us to come to her anymore, she's bringing the fight here."Cassian's jaw sets hard, already moving toward the armory, and I fall into step beside him, adrenaline burning through the exhaustion that had settled deep in my bones just minutes ago."We need every able body ready to defend this wall," he says to Damon, who's already directing guards into formation. "Wolves on the perimeter, archers along the top of the wall, and get every non-combatant into the low
Smoke. My whole body goes cold at the word, and before I even think about it properly, I'm shifting again, bones cracking fast and painful, and I take off running before my fur's even fully settled into place.“Mara, wait!” Cassian's voice chases after me, and I hear him shift behind me too fast, catching up within seconds, his longer legs eating up ground faster than mine can manage.I'm not waiting,” I say. “Not with Iris still inside those walls. And Helena is still there too.”We run hard, the rest of the group falling behind us, and my lungs burn from pushing this unfamiliar wolf body harder than I've ever tested it, but I refuse to slow down. I didn't think about anything except getting back to that fortress before whatever's burning takes something else from me.The gate comes into view finally, and my stomach drops at the sight of flickering orange light against the dark sky, smoke curling thick from somewhere near the east wing.“That's close to the guest quarters,” Cassian s
Cassian's POVWe split into two groups just outside the gate, Damon leading half the guards back toward Greta's cottage to keep searching for the boy, while I take Mara and two others to follow Nadia's trail before the scent fades entirely.I shift again, faster this time, my body already used to the strain of it tonight, and Mara follows a beat behind me, still clumsy in her new shape but steadier than she was an hour ago. Watching her find her wolf for the first time tonight did something to me I don't fully have words for yet, something that cracked open wider than even the truth of who she is already had.“You're doing well,” I tell her, keeping my pace slow enough so that she can match it. “Better than most first shifts I've seen.”“I don't feel like I'm doing well,” she says, breath ragged even in wolf form. “I feel like I might fall over any second.”“You won't. Trust your wolf. She knows what she's doing even when you don't.”Nyx's presence beside her, threaded through her voi







