LOGIN~ Mira's POV ~
“Attention,” intoned a smooth robotic voice, “security breach reported in the sixtieth story. Please go directly to the nearest fire exit.” The hall’s lights started flickering and changing to an ominous crimson color. I glanced around me. Other workers seemed undisturbed by the situation, calmly marching to their destination. This is definitely a drill. Though there is no way for me to know… There passed a guard, speaking into his headset: “Sector Four clear. Moving on to the executive section.” Executive section… Where Luca had gone. It was foolish. It was insane. And yet, I did not run for the stairs. I went towards where Luca went, because if I needed to beg him to get the job, I will. I walked towards the executive suite instead of the direction of evacuation, my way illuminated by the red lights. I reached the pair of doors barely ajar and leading into what used to be the private suite of the company’s CEO. There was a growling sound. Deep. Guttural. Inhuman. I froze. It sounded like some huge dog, or bear. I don’t know if I was delusional or not, but the sound can never come from the middle of a freaking company. Back off! My instincts shouted. Run! But my legs wouldn’t turn in the opposite direction. It was as they had a mind of their own. But curiosity, along with the strange urge I had previously felt, kept my feet planted to the ground. I slightly pushed the door open. I couldn't be anymore stupid for doing so. But it felt as if my body was acting on impulse. My legs moved on their own towards the room and I entered it. The office was huge, with one entire wall being made up of windows with a view of the city. There were some overturned pieces of furniture; the massive mahogany desk was cut into half. Everything was a mess, all the furniture that was turned was, destroyed. And this kind of things needed an earthquake to happen. But what got my attention in the middle of the room was something out of this world. This thing had a body covered with dark, furry hair, and claws that were digging into the shoulder of the screaming man in a suit, while the beast stood on its two legs. With a howl that shattered the glasses in the windows, the monster threw his head back. I froze, putting my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the gasp that nearly escaped from my mouth. The monster stopped. Turning its head slowly and menacingly, the beast revealed its features. It looked like a wolf, but with those crystal blue eyes... Luca's eyes. I backed up, almost tripping on the carpet. The wolf bared its teeth through its mouth that was smiling. It had seen me before; it knew who I was. Its blue eyes glowed red in anger, a rage that went far beyond the natural animal kind. Before I even managed to take a step in her direction, the wolf pounced, not at me, but at the door. Within mere seconds, he was shifting; fur was retracting, bones snapped into place, and the creature vanished. A couple of seconds later, Luca Moretti stood there, completely human again, yet completely nude, sweaty, and bleeding. Yet those eyes were still crazed. Nicolas entered the room through another door, pointing a gun and holding a robe in the other hand. "Luca, the intruder is defeated, but-" Nicolas noticed me. He noticed Luca. He noticed the terrified expression on my face. "Fuck," Nicolas whispered. Luca remained silent. He did not question me or Nicolas. Grabbing the robe Nicolas had thrown at him, he put it on and stepped toward me in one swift movement. I could not move. I could not breathe. I could not make sense of what I had just witnessed. “YOU!” he snarled, venomous sound emanating from his throat. “Luca …” I breathed. “What … what ARE you?” “You didn’t go into the stairwell,” Luca said in a menacing, threatening voice. His voicw wasn't entirely human. Am I going crazy? He stalked towards me without stopping until he towered above me, inches away. My back was to the wall, body quaking. “Seven years,” he murmured, his voice vibrating through my bones. “You slither back into my life, after all these years, and the very first thing you do … you spy on me?” “I didn’t know! It wasn’t meant to be –” “You didn’t know?” He let out a cold laugh, humorless. He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. “You had the nerve to walk into my office, without an invitation, and see the ONE thing that I keep hidden away from everyone else, after all these years?” “Please,” I implored. “I won’t tell anyone … I just needed a job. I’ll get out of your life … I’ll go, leave the city –” “Do you think I will allow you to exit that door?” Luca whispered, his face inches from mine. “Do you think that knowing my secret is enough, but even worse… you are indebted to me.” “I am not in any kind of debt!” “You have seven years owed to me,” Luca growled. “You think that becoming someone like me requires forgiveness for all those who hurt me? No. Becoming a king requires conquest over them.” He turned his gaze toward Nicolas. “Nico, evacuate the premises,” Luca commanded. “Get the lawyers on speed dial.” “Luca…” Nicolas began slowly. “This is Mira. Are you sure –” “Never have I been more sure of anything in my life,” Luca replied without taking his gaze off of me. “She wants to play games? Wants to run away again? She isn’t going anywhere this time.” He lowered his face next to my ear, whispering something that would terrify me forevermore. “You did not want me while I was poor, Mira. But you are going to learn to want me now.” **********~ Mira's POV ~The old ring lay past the treeline north of the estate — sunken into the earth like a crater from some war the maps didn't record, ringed with standing stones older than the Moot's, floored with sand that had drunk more blood than any river I could name.They filed in around the rim in silence, four hundred wolves in the cold, breath rising. I stood at the near edge with the necklace at my throat, because it stays on, because it annoys the right people. Sarn was there, and Westfall, come down from the horseshoe for the occasion. Nicolas stood at my shoulder and told me the history in the low voice of a man narrating a church."The night he was nineteen," Nicolas said, "the law owed him fourteen deaths. His father dead a season, the succession contested, and the old law plain as a knife: the challenger dies, and the backers die with him. Thirteen wolves backed Corvin Blackwood that night. The pack came here expecting a slaughter. It's what a nineteen-year-old does; it's
~ Mira's POV ~The house didn't sleep that night. It had forty reasons and a standing army, and I'd stopped pretending to be the exception somewhere around midnight.So I did the only thing I knew how to do with fear that had no paperwork: I weaponized grammar. I took Alba's codex to the library, because the library had a lamp, a door Matteo could stand outside of, and — I realized as I opened it — a smell of nothing at all, which after the afternoon we'd had was practically a luxury.The acknowledgments were due. Nine delegations, nine formal replies, and the form was the law: replies of tribute go out in the old tongue, in the Luna's own hand. Including the Blackwood card. Especially the Blackwood card.Which is how, at one in the morning, I was attempting to draft a letter to Corvin Blackwood in a dead language, and conjugating the verb to honor like it had personally insulted my family, when the lamp shadow shifted at the far end of the room.Luca. At the window with a file he was
~ Mira's POV ~The coffee came exactly right, so the standing order had survived the night, which meant the kitchen had survived the night, which meant "the kitchen's" was holding as official testimony. I drank it black with my own two hands and refused to feel anything about the supply chain.Tribute day began at noon.The pack came up the drive in delegations, three cars to a family, dressed like embassies. Forty wolves in wool coats stood on the gravel in the cold while Harrison received their gifts into the entrance hall with the solemnity of a man cataloguing a peace treaty, which, I was coming to understand, was exactly what tribute was. The Elders had confirmed me four days ago. This was the city of wolves arriving to check the merchandise in person.The Blackwoods sent a card. Full honors, Corvin's regrets, and Selene sent neither. I read her absence twice: insult, or alibi.Elder Westfall's delegation brought a fountain pen. The card said: ~ For the paperwork. — W. ~I was be
~ Mira's POV ~The study light went out at four a.m.I know because I watched it from my window until it did, like a lighthouse keeper with a grudge, and then I slept two hours of shallow, fire-lit nothing, and woke to Harrison announcing breakfast in the tone of a man reporting troop movements.Luca was already gone from the table when I came down. A single setting remained, mine. The coffee was exactly right.I looked at it for a long moment. The standing order had survived the night. I hadn't known I'd been testing whether it would until I felt the relief, and filed the feeling in the wing where I kept things I refused to examine under oath."The Luna's father," Harrison said at nine, with the pause that could hold a funeral, "has arrived."They brought my father through a side entrance, flanked by two guards and Matteo, who watched him the way a wall watches weather. My father had dressed for the occasion in the shiniest suit a man can buy on short notice and no money, and he was
~ Mira's POV ~Somewhere between the second switchback and the city lights, I remembered I was supposed to hate him.I sat up like I'd been burned. My head had been on his shoulder for twenty minutes of mountain road, a treaty violation I had no memory of signing, and the man had simply driven, one hand on the wheel, the other apparently seconded to keeping me vertical, and said nothing. He'd sent the convoy down ahead of us with Nico at its head. Whatever this car was about to become, he'd wanted no witnesses.The heater was on. It had been on the whole time, I realized. Turned to my side before I'd even noticed I was cold.Neither of us acknowledged any of it. The treaty had clauses.For a while there was only the road, and the engine, and the city coming up gold out of the dark like an argument we were driving toward."Repeat it," he said."Repeat what?""Blackwood. At the doors. The man doesn't stop people to compliment jewelry." His eyes didn't leave the road. "Verbatim, Mrs. Mor
~ Mira’s POV ~The attendant stepped forward to conclude. The moon slid fully clear of the smoke-hole. One of Luca's three honest men gave me a nod I hadn't earned any other way.They will let you believe it's over. That is when the third question comes.I believed it for exactly one breath. I needed the air."The stone," said Corvin Blackwood, "is not finished."And the chair of the Moot rose from the chair.Everyone in that hall knew the rule — the chair does not leave the chair — and Corvin Blackwood stood up out of a century of protocol like a man stepping over something small. He crossed the floor unhurried, a man for whom everything had always been brought, walking for something, for once, and stopped in front of my stone and looked — first and longest — at the necklace.At the side of the hall, Selene was watching her father. Not me. And there was something in her face that was not triumph."We asked the city about you, Mrs. Moretti. The city was generous. A school on the south







