LOGINCHAPTER 51WRENXANDER’S POVWe rode back in silence. The horses moved steadily under us. Dust rose behind the hooves and settled again. Wren sat straight in the saddle while her hands stayed on the reins. The blue light under her skin had faded to a soft glow that only showed when the moon hit her wrists.Caleb kept his eyes on the dark trees. Talia rode with one hand pressed to the small pouch of silver dust she had gathered. No one spoke until the estate gates came into view.Two guards opened the gates without a word. Elena stood on the steps with her arms crossed. The moment she saw our faces she dropped her arms and came down the steps fast.She stopped in front of Wren first. Her hands rose and hovered near Wren’s shoulders without touching. “You’re still glowing,” Elena said.Wren nodded, “It’s quieter now. It stopped pulling.”Elena turned to me. Her eyes moved over my face, then down to my hands, then back up. She did not ask what happened. She already knew from the way we l
CHAPTER 50 THE SECOND HEARTBEAT XANDER’S POV Caleb let out a laugh, “Great. Fantastic. Love that for us.” “Not helpful,” Elena said, though her hand were on mine without her looking away from Wren. Here’s a thing about my sister I’d learned in less than twenty four hours: she flinched at loud noises, apologized too much for things that weren’t her fault, and had absolutely no idea how brave she actually was. She was sitting up now, pale, sweating, one hand pressed flat against her own chest like she could feel the second pulse from the inside. “It’s warm,” she said quietly. “Not painful. Just, warm. Like something settling in instead of forcing its way through.” “Settling in for what?” I asked. Wren looked up at me, and ever since she’d walked through our gates, I saw something in her face that wasn’t grief or fear or desperate hope. It was recognition. “I think I know where I need to go,” she said. “No,” I said immediately. “Xander.” “No. We just decided we’re not walkin
CHAPTER 49 MIDNIGHT ISN’T A METAPHOR XANDER’S POV Here’s the thing nobody tells you about being an Alpha. Everyone assumes it means you’re never afraid. That’s a lie designed by people who’ve never had to watch someone they love bleed out through the nose on a cold courtyard floor while a dead man’s voice threatens a countdown through her mouth. I was terrified. I just didn’t have the luxury of showing it. “Get her inside,” I barked, already moving, and catching Wren’s weight from Elena before either of us thought about it. She was lighter than she should have been. Like whatever lived in her had been eating from the inside for years and nobody noticed because she kept smiling through it. “Xander.” Elena’s voice, “Her pulse is too fast.” “I know.” “Is she dying?” “I don’t know.” I hated saying that. I hated it more than almost anything Corvin had thrown at us so far, because it was true, and true things you can’t fix are the ones that actually keep me up at night. We got
CHAPTER 48 WHAT WREN REALLY IS CALEB’S POV “Say that again,” I said, though I’d heard her perfectly the first time. “Wren.” Talia’s voice shook so badly the name barely held together. “She’s not a captive who escaped. She’s exactly where he wants her. She’s been playing us since the moment Talia, my own daughter, brought her through your gates.” I stared at her, my mind refusing to accept the shape of what she was telling me. “Your daughter said this to you,” I said slowly. “The one Corvin’s people raised for eleven years. The one who called you a stranger.” “Yes.” Talia pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, like she could push the memory back out through them if she tried hard enough. “She recited it like a lesson. She didn’t even understand what she was saying. I guess she just knew she had to say it, the moment someone from Gerafil finally found her.” “Why would he plant a message with her instead of just telling Wren directly?” I asked. “ Wren doesn’t know,” T
CHAPTER 47 THE ONE WHO STAYED BEHIND CALEB’S POV I haven’t slept in two days, and my body was starting to remind me of it. While Xander rode to Finnveil, then to the ceremony grounds, I stayed at Gerafil doing the one thing nobody else seemed to have time for anymore. Watching the borders not the horizon. The people already inside our walls. Talia’s story had holes in it. I’d learned that skill the hard way, growing up in a house where my sister counted her bruises every morning and nobody thought to ask why. So while everyone else chased ghosts across the territory, I sat outside the healer’s wing and watched Talia sleep. She talked in her sleep. “Rosalind,” she murmured, restless beneath the blankets. “Tell him I did it. Tell him she’s safe now.” I sat up straighter. Rosalind. The woman who’d walked into our camp with a false pregnancy and a manufactured lie, sent by Trent, tangled somehow with the Silver Veil. I hadn’t heard that name spoken since the morning we exposed
CHAPTER 46 THE GIRL WHO LOOKED LIKE MY MOTHER XANDER’S POV Her eyes locked into mine, and my heart instantly slipped a beat. I just stood there. My whole body refused to move. Twenty-three years of silence from my mother, every time I asked about my father, every time she changed the subject or walked out of the room. Now this woman stood in front of me wearing his eyes as she stole them straight from his face. “Say that again,” I managed. “Xander.” Wren’s voice shook. “I’ve waited twenty-three years for someone to find me.” “Oh really?” Elena’s hand found the small of my back. I felt her beside me, watching my reaction the way she watched everything, everything about me in case I fell apart in front of these guards. “What do you mean, wait?” Elena asked her, gentle but sharp beneath the surface. Wren wrapped her arms around herself. “I was taken when I was very young—raised far from here. Nobody told me where I came from. Only that the woman who raised me served the Silv







