เข้าสู่ระบบ**He rejected me in front of hundred of wolves. I said the words back, but the bond refused to break. After eleven months of humiliation, I returned to Silverfang expecting one final ritual: sever the mate bond, walk away, and disappear. Instead, the severance failed. Then the Lycan King arrived. Aldren of Blackthorn could claim me with a single command. Every wolf in the territory would have accepted it. He didn't. He gave me a choice. That should have been the safest thing a man could offer me. It wasn't. Because the name I've lived under all my life is a lie. The deeper I dig of who I am, the more dangerous the truth becomes. My mother's grave is empty. The Crown has been calling my name. And something wearing familiar faces has begun hunting me. Aldren wants to protect me, but he fears one thing more than losing his throne: that I might love him only because the bond tells me to. Then the Court turns us against each other. False memories. False letters. Jealous rivals. Betrayals so convincing that even the man I trust most may become my enemy. If I break the bonds controlling the Seven Territories, I could set thousands of wolves free. Or I could become powerful enough to control them all. Everyone expects me to choose a king, but they've forgotten one thing. I was born to decide what a bond means. And when the Moon finally asks me whom I belong to, I won't choose the man fate gave me. I'll choose the man who lets me walk away.
ดูเพิ่มเติมWulstan took me out of Blackthorn at four the next morning, which was not in anybody’s plan and was, as far as I can establish, entirely his own idea.“Five days,” he said, throwing a saddle on. “You cannot learn to shift in five days, and I will not insult you by trying. You can learn where a big man’s weight is, and I’d rather teach you that eleven miles from a Court that’s got money on you.”“Where are we going?”“To ask a question I should have asked on the Hollow Road.”We rode north-east into the outlands, which is broken country and nobody’s territory, and by the second hour, it had begun to snow in the small hard way it does in that country, and by the fourth hour Wulstan had stopped talking, which is how I knew we had arrived somewhere.The rogue camps sit in a chain of gullies under the shoulder of a hill with no name on any map. There were perhaps an estimated of four hundred wolves in that country, and I could feel them long before I could see anything, and what I felt mad
The Court did not wait for the ninth day.They convened at noon with both letters on the table and Hesper’s riders as witnesses, and I stood in the middle of the great hall of Blackthorn while eleven men and women decided out loud what I was, and I had known for a month it was coming, and it did not help by so much as a thread.Ordric of Sunscar did the talking. He is fifty, wide, careful, and he has the worst quality a man can have in a room like that, which is that he is entirely sincere.“I do not say she wrote it,” he said solemnly. “I say it is her hand, and that four of us have compared it to the chapel register where she signed the oath, and that it matches in eleven particulars.” He set it down. “And I say that a woman who can pull the loyalty out of a sworn man’s chest with her fist is not a woman this Court can afford to be wrong about.”“She freed my gatekeeper,” Aldren said sharply.“She unmade an oath, my lord.” Ordric turned to him. “You have told this Court she took a c
I did not tell him. I stood four feet away with my mouth open, then shut it again, and I have never made a better decision in my life or a colder one.The Crown was at his throat. The twelfth cord was in the Crown. Whatever was on the other end of that cord was standing in the room with us as surely as Wulstan ever had, and telling Aldren out loud meant telling it.So I said, “Nothing. Cramp in the shoulder,” and watched him not believe me, then went and got paper.I wrote it at the table by the window with him standing behind me, and I made it four lines, and I put the number in the second one because I had promised him I would.Twelve cords, not eleven. The new one came up out of the floor below the second tier while you were putting it on. Forty-one people in this house can walk into the map room unannounced, and I want that number smaller. Do not say any of this out loud.He read it twice. Then he took the pen out of my hand and wrote underneath, in the hand I had spent a fortnigh
I woke before he did, which I am told almost nobody has managed.Grey light through the shutter. His arm across me and gone heavy. On the sill, on the far side of the room, behind the shutter where he had put it, the Moon-silver lay quiet and dark and looked like nothing at all, like a bracelet somebody had taken off, and I lay there for a while and hated it with a completeness that surprised me.“You’re counting,” he said sleepily, without opening his eyes.“I’m not.”“You are,” he murmured. “You do it with your fingers on whatever is nearest. Last night it was my back, which I found difficult to interpret.”“Fourteen,” I said. “The shutter has fourteen slats, and one of them is split.”He laughed, and I felt it under my ear, and there is very little in my life I would trade for that.Then I sat up, because the sun was coming and I had thought of something in the night that would not wait.“We need a way to know."Aldren opened his eyes.“Say that again,” he said, suddenly attentive.






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