INICIAR SESIÓNMorning came grey and quiet. Churned snow still marked the courtyard where the fighting had taken place. Two of Kael's men were already working on the eastern section of the wall while Kael crouched near the base, running his hand along a gap between two timbers wide enough for a man to squeeze through.“This is probably how they got in.” Kael ran his fingers along the gap. “Someone widened it months ago and never reported it. It could've been rot, or someone did it deliberately. I won't know until I get a proper look at it.”“And the men who didn't make it?” I asked.“They're being searched now. Denner's helping with that, against my better judgment, given the state of his ankle.” Kael straightened and brushed the frost from his knees. “There's something else. One of the dead men had a rough map of the outpost on him. It showed the tents, including ours.”Evren had come up behind me without my noticing. “How detailed was it?”“Not very. Crude charcoal, but enough to show the layout.”
The courtyard was still dark when the horses were brought out, their breath clouding in the torchlight. I pulled Evren's cloak tighter around my neck. He'd been right about it. The cold reached my face, but the rest of me stayed warm.“Garrick has the household,” Kael said near the gate. A broad-shouldered man stood with him, someone I hadn't met before. “Full watch rotation through the week, doubled at night. If anyone tests the eastern wall, he sends a rider after us immediately.”“You trust him with it?” I asked.“I trained him.” Garrick straightened at that. I took it as my answer.Cedric stood at the top of the manor steps with Agnes beside him. Neither looked worried, which helped more than they probably realized.“Don't let the stable boys near the good harnesses while I'm gone,” Agnes called. “Last time I came back to buckles held together with twine.”“It wasn't that bad,” Nella called from the wagons. I glanced over and saw her with the supply cart.Evren swung onto his hors
“You cannot ask this council to accept that she rides north after what happened at the Gathering.”Torvald's voice carried across the council chamber before I'd even taken my seat. He didn't look at me. Neither did the three elders along the table. Rowan was the only one who kept glancing in my direction, though he never quite met my eyes.“The tour was planned before the Gathering,” Evren said from the head of the table. “That hasn't changed.”Torvald turned to me. “Something happened in front of half the pack. Villages that have never seen the Duchess are going to meet her after seeing what happened at the Gathering. You want to give Rurik Valdris another rumor to send to the capital before the last one has even settled.”“I'd rather they see it for themselves than hear about it from someone who wasn't there. If I stay behind, rumor is all they'll have.”“It serves you better,” Torvald said. “Whether it serves Frostmane is another matter.”“I don't separate the two.” I kept my palms
By morning, frost had settled over the tree again, thin and pale, as though the night had left nothing behind.I pressed my palm against the bark, waiting for the warmth I'd felt at the Gathering to return. Nothing happened. Cold seeped into my skin, and the warmth I remembered already felt distant, like something that had never been mine to keep.“You won't get an answer out of it that way.”Agnes stood a few paces behind me, a shawl folded over one arm. She had been watching long enough to know I wasn't going to stop on my own, but she didn't question me.“I thought it might still be warm,” I said.“Not after sunrise.” Agnes stepped closer and settled the shawl around my shoulders. “Whatever happened didn't come from the tree. It came from you.”I turned to her. “You're not afraid of me.”Agnes gave me a measured look. “I didn't say that. I know the difference between someone who means harm and someone who doesn't understand what she's capable of. You haven't given me a reason to th
Nella tightened the laces at the back of my cloak, then straightened the fabric across my shoulders for the third time."Stop fussing," I said."I'm making sure you don't freeze to death in front of the entire pack." She stepped back to inspect the cloak, then looked at me. "You look like you're about to walk into a trial.""I feel like I am.”"You'll be fine. You always are, even when you think you're not."She said it lightly, but her hand remained on my arm. Five months ago, I wouldn't have expected that from her.The clearing looked different from the autumn night when I'd first stood in this circle and stumbled through half the words of a rite I'd never learned growing up. Snow covered the stones, and the full moon hung low over the pines."You don't have to be nervous," Evren said quietly."I'm not nervous.""You've been twisting that ring around your finger since we left."I stopped and looked down. I hadn't even realized I was doing it."Everyone's watching. Not just the pack.
"You're limping."Kael didn't deny it. He came down the front steps two at a time anyway, favoring his left side. He reached the carriage before the footman could open the door.“My horse threw a shoe near the eastern watch post. I walked the last two miles.” He nodded to Evren, then to me. “Welcome home, Your Grace. Both of you.”"You could have sent someone else to meet us."“I could have.” He glanced at Evren. “But I wanted to tell you myself.”Evren helped me down from the carriage, but his attention stayed on Kael. “What is it?”“Nothing happened, but we found something.” Kael glanced at the servants unloading the trunks and lowered his voice. “The patrol found tracks past the northern boundary marker two nights ago. A dozen horses, maybe more. They'd come along the ridge and then turned back. We found no Valdris colors, but nobody rides that close to our border in the middle of winter without a reason.”“Rurik?”“It might not be him. They could be men who heard him at the summit







