Se connecterVictor’s old files were kept behind the council archive in a room I had walked past hundreds of times as a child.I had never known it was there.That felt about right.The door was plain wood with no visible lock. Darius pressed his thumb against a narrow metal plate beside the frame, and something clicked inside.Vivian noticed me watching.“Father hated visible locks.”“Why?”“Because they tell people something matters.”Of course they did.The room beyond was smaller than I expected. Shelves covered three walls, filled with ledgers, route books and thin black folders marked only by dates. A narrow table sat beneath a single lamp.Maren took the chair beside the door while Darius remained standing.“You have authority to review anything connected to the order, duty rotations, reserve movements or internal routes,” he said. “Nothing leaves this room without being logged. Maren witnesses everything you remove or copy.”Vivian was already looking toward the shelves.Ezra stayed close
“He gave it to me himself.”For a moment, nobody spoke.The order lay on the table between us, one thin sheet of paper that had changed everything.Victor was alive.We had spent days calling him missing because nobody knew what had happened beneath the Ashvane cave. Now a wolf sat across from us saying Victor had stood in front of him the night before and placed an order directly into his hand.The clasp over my arm had gone cold. I pressed my thumb against its edge through the cloth.Across the table, Vivian had pulled herself back together. The question she had asked before, whether Victor was hurt, still hung between us.He was still her father.Whatever else he had become, that had not disappeared for her overnight.Darius looked at the prisoner.“Victor threatened your family.”The man lowered his eyes.“You will give me their names,” Darius continued. “Your mate, your children, anyone else he has used against you.”“You can’t protect them from him.”“No. But I can make it consi
They caught the sixth wolf before dark.He had made it less than half a mile, down through the old drainage channel beneath the northern wall, before two trackers pulled him out of the mud. By the time they brought him into the lower council room his patrol coat was turned inside out, one side of his face was bleeding, and an oilskin packet had been strapped flat beneath his shirt.He looked at Darius once.Then at Vivian, and away again, fast.I had spent seven years in a house where I learned to read what people did with their eyes before they decided what to do with their mouths. That was not defiance. That was a man checking whether the person he was most afraid of had come into the room yet.Darius stood at the head of the table with Maren beside him. Harwick had come as council witness and taken the chair nearest the door, where he could see everyone and be seen doing it. Luca stayed standing. Ezra stood close enough beside me that our sleeves touched when either of us shifted,
The little girl did not let go of my sleeve until her mother carried her out of the stores hall.I stood beneath the archway and watched them cross the yard with one of Maren’s guards beside them. Smoke still hung low over the loading stones. Water from the sluice ran black into the drainage trench, carrying oil, soot and whatever remained of the attempt to send a burning cart through the doors.They had known which households would be short before they stole the shipment.Now someone had tried to burn the place where we were looking at the numbers.That was no longer coincidence.Ezra came back through the narrow passage with one of the trackers behind him.“Nothing?”“He knew the house.”Vivian closed the reserve ledger. “We already knew that.”“No.” Ezra looked towards the stairwell. “I mean he knew which doors would be locked and which one would not be watched during the change between morning posts. He never slowed down.”Harwick glanced at me. “You saw the cloak.”“Yes.”“Face?”
The eastern stores hall smelled of cold stone and flour dust.None of us had slept. Vivian had changed her coat since the infirmary, which made her look put together until you came close enough to see her eyes. Maren stood at the end of the ledger table, and Harwick had brought his own pen.The storekeeper opened the reserve book and turned it towards us."That is everything the hall holds. Not everything we can give."Vivian ran her finger down the column. "How much is already committed?""Two hundred weight to the infirmary through winter. Cassian's care draws against that. The rest is the reserve.""And if we replace the stolen shipment in full today?"The storekeeper rubbed flour from his thumb. "Then the reserve is gone by the first hard frost, and every household on the ridge stands where those three are standing now."I looked at the figures and understood almost none of it.At the first stores review I had demanded replacement before I knew what replacing it emptied, and Vivia
By the time Elias could answer more than one question, dawn had begun to pale the infirmary windows.The healer had stitched the wound along his side, bound his ribs and set his wrist between two narrow splints. His skin was grey against the pillow.Luca sat on the edge of the next bed with his forearms on his knees. He had been told twice not to crowd the healer, and both times he had moved back exactly half a step.Vivian stood near the foot of the bed with her ledger open. Ezra remained beside the door. Harwick had taken the only chair and placed it where Elias would have to look at him to answer.The healer folded her arms."Five minutes. If his breathing changes, you leave."Harwick inclined his head. "Elias, tell us who brought you the amended order.""A patrol wolf." Elias's voice scraped against the words. "Black Moon cloak. Eastern route token.""Name?"Elias shook his head. "I knew his voice. Couldn't place it."Harwick looked at Vivian. "Yet you followed him.""He had the o







