LOGINSeventeen-year-old Kira Volkov has survived eleven years as a rogue wolf by staying invisible, no pack, no attachments, no questions about the blood-soaked night that stole her memories. But when she's caught at the murder scene of a Silvercrest Pack elite, her carefully constructed anonymity shatters. Revealed as a Blood Heir, a wolf who can steal and wield others' abilities, Kira faces execution unless she accepts an impossible bargain: become the guardian of Dante Silvercrest, the pack heir
View MoreLyra takes up her bag.The movement is unhurried and complete, the way she does everything, gathering herself from the window position with the particular composure of someone who has decided the conversation has reached the limit of her useful participation."I need to return to Nightbreeze," she says. "With my daughter and our entourage."My father looks at her with the controlled urgency of someone trying to hold a situation together that is actively separating in multiple directions. "Lyra. Give me time to address this. It will be resolved."She looks at him with the expression of someone receiving a promise they've already decided is insufficient. "I'm sure it will," she says, in the tone that means she is not sure at all and has ceased to care about the resolution either way. "We'll speak through formal channels."She walks out.The door closes behind her with its quiet, definitive click.My father sits with the do
Kira stops me at the door of Sage's quarters before I go.She doesn't say anything elaborate. She just puts her hand flat against my chest for a moment, over the sternum, where the bond sits, and looks at me with the specific quality of someone transmitting something they can't fully articulate through the most direct available channel.I put my hand over hers briefly."You've got this," she says.I nod. Then I go.The walk to my father's office has a particular quality I've experienced before, I've been in this corridor under difficult circumstances before. I've walked this route after assassination attempts, after pack councils, after the announcement of the betrothal that I didn't know was coming until it arrived in my father's speech.This is different.Every previous walk down this corridor I was managing something on behalf of a situation I was inside. Today I walked into the situation deliberately. T
She walks toward us.Cassidy steps aside without comment and continues down the corridor, and Selene stops in the doorway where Cassidy just stood, and she looks at Dante with an expression that contains several things simultaneously, none of them the anger or the humiliation that the situation might reasonably produce.She looks tired, mostly. And something else I don't have a clean word for, the specific expression of someone who already knew something and is looking at its confirmation and finding that confirmation is not the same as being prepared for it."I heard," she says."Selene," Dante says."Don't." She shakes her head, not sharply. "I told you in the library that I knew there was someone else. You said no and I accepted it because I had decided to accept it." She looks at me then, directly, with the assessing attention she brings to everything. "You're the guardian.""Yes," I say.She looks at me for a long m
My legs are shaking.Not visibly, I don't think. The composure is holding on the outside because it has been holding on the outside since I was six years old and it's not going to fail me in a room with sixty wolves watching. But underneath the straight posture and the level expression my legs are doing the specific thing they do when the body has processed a threat before the brain has finished arguing about whether the threat is real.It's real.Dante's hand is still at my back and I lean into the pressure of it very slightly, the minimal contact of someone using a fixed point to orient themselves, and I tip my mouth toward his ear."I need to leave," I say. "Right now. Quietly."He looks at me. One second of assessment and then he moves, his hand shifting from my back to my arm, steering us toward the side exit with the natural authority of someone whose movement through a room rarely gets questioned.We go through the side












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