LOGINBrynn Hollis' POVThe bone hall was rubble.But the Council was not destroyed. The Arbiter had escaped. Her wolves scattered into the northern territories, regrouping, waiting. The Sorrow sent word: the Arbiter was demanding a final duel. One champion from the Circle. One from the Council. To the death."If you refuse, she'll attack Silver Creek within the week. No more games. Full war."I read the message twice."She wants me," I said."Then we don't send you," Dax replied."She'll kill anyone else.""Then we fight the war."I looked at the mark on my palm. Faded now, but still present. The Shepherd was gone, but her echo lingered."No. I'll do it."---The duel was set for the full moon.Neutral ground: the same stone circle where I'd killed the Shepherd. The Arbiter chose the location deliberately. She wanted to remind me of death.Farrah argued. Dax argued. Even Rian argued."You're not a warrior," Rian said. "You're a leader.""Leaders fight.""Leaders delegate."I touched his ar
Brynn Hollis' POVThe Sorrow's defection was the first crack.But the Council was still strong. The Arbiter still ruled. And the mark on my palm pulsed each night, a reminder that I was not entirely my own.Who was the Shepherd's sister? I asked.Silence.You heard me. The third trial showed me a woman's face. Not your mother. Not mine. Someone else.Her name was Morwen.The seer?No. A different Morwen. My younger sister. The only wolf I ever loved.Where is she now?I don't know. The Council hid her from me. They used her as leverage to control me.Is she still alive?I don't know.---I found Vera in the infirmary.She was tending to Elara, who was still weak from her imprisonment. Vera looked up when I entered."You have that look.""What look?""The look you get before you do something dangerous.""I need to find Morwen. The Shepherd's sister."Vera set down her herbs. "Why?""Because she's the key to destroying the Council. The Shepherd said they used her as leverage. If she's s
Brynn Hollis' POVThree days after returning to Silver Creek, I learned the Council's true game.It started with a letter.Not delivered by bird or wolf. It appeared on my pillow, sealed with black wax, no symbol. I opened it while Dax slept beside me.Luna Brynn,The truce was a distraction. While you negotiated, we planted our seeds. The Shepherd's consciousness was never in the machine. It was in you.Look at your hand.I looked.The mark was back.Not faint—dark, pulsing, the Shepherd's brand burned into my palm. I stared at it, heart pounding.She's been with you since the first trial. Guiding you. Protecting you. Changing you.You are becoming her.And there's nothing you can do to stop it.---I woke Dax.He saw the mark. His face went pale."We're going back to the bone hall.""No. That's what they want.""Brynn—""They want me angry. Reactive. They want me to march north and attack. Then they can justify killing me.""So what do we do?"I looked at the mark. Felt the Shepherd
Brynn Hollis' POVThe road south was easier than the road north.We had prisoners freed from the Council's dungeons. We had the Council's representative, Kaelen, walking silently among us. We had the wolf-shaped storm watching from the clouds, no longer attacking—just observing.And we had Elara, Wren's mother.She was stronger now. The color had returned to her cheeks. She walked beside me, Wren holding her hand, asking endless questions about the trees, the birds, the sky."Mama, why is the sky blue?""Because the moon paints it at night.""No, the sun paints it.""Then listen to the sun."Wren laughed. It was the first time I'd heard her laugh.---"The Council didn't just take me," Elara said quietly.We were walking apart from the group. Wren was ahead with Farrah, chasing butterflies."What else did they do?""They questioned me. About you. About Silver Creek. About the prophecy.""What did you tell them?""Nothing. I didn't know anything. That's why they kept me alive. They tho
Brynn Hollis' POVDawn came cold and gray.I stood in the center of the bone hall, facing the Seven. Farrah and Lyssa flanked me. The Arbiter sat in the high chair, her silver hair glowing in the torchlight."You have passed the three trials," the Arbiter said. "Silence. Blood. Truth. You have proven yourself worthy of negotiation.""I didn't come here to prove myself. I came here to prevent a war.""Semantics."I stepped forward. "You have prisoners. Wolves you've kept in cages for years. Release them. All of them."The Arbiter's kind eyes hardened."In exchange for what?""In exchange for the Circle's alliance. We don't have to be enemies. We can share territory. Resources. Intelligence. The Shepherd is dead. Her network is crumbling. You need us as much as we need you.""We need no one.""Then you're fools."---The Whisper leaned forward."You speak boldly for a wolf who stands alone in our hall.""I'm not alone."Farrah shifted beside me. Lyssa drew her blade. The Seven's guards
Brynn Hollis' POVThe Council's hall was different by daylight.Without the green torches, the bone walls looked almost beautiful—ivory and gold, carved with scenes of wolves hunting, wolves feasting, wolves building. Not the cruelty I'd expected. History.The Seven sat in their semicircle. No masks today.I saw their faces for the first time.The Arbiter was an older woman, silver-haired, with kind eyes that didn't match her voice. The Whisper was a young man with hollow cheeks and a nervous twitch. The Weaver was ancient, her hands gnarled, her gaze distant. The Sorrow wept silently, tears streaming down her face. The Hunger was thin, feral, barely contained. The Silence had no face—just a smooth expanse of skin where features should have been.And the Breaker's chair was empty."You've done well," the Arbiter said. "Two trials. Most wolves don't survive one.""I'm not most wolves.""No. You're not."---The Arbiter gestured. Wolves brought chairs for Farrah and Lyssa. They sat behi







