FAZER LOGINThe note felt heavy in my hand. The dark stain at the corner scraped against my skin.
Your sister lives. Trust no one in gold. I stared at the words under the low firelight. Another Erias. If the note was true, she was still out there, and someone inside this place knew about her or knows where she is. The door opened. Sarlen stepped in, he was dressed in white robes, his pupils had changed to gold since the transformation but they looked steRowan stopped the moment my boots went still. He looked from the deep prints in the snow to the dark ridge ahead. The thin red ring around his pupils sharpened."One person," he said. "He or she is moving fast, with no obvious intent to hide.""They know the path," I said. "Straight for the valley cut.""We keep moving. If they reach the shrine first, we deal with them there."We followed the tracks through the grey morning. The Whispering Wilds were quiet, there was white snow, black rocks, but no wind. The bond stayed low and steady between us, a soft current that kept the worst of the cold from settling too deep. The natural heat in Rowan balanced out the cold.Rowan tested the ground ahead with each step. I matched his pa
"Traitor!"Bram's voice cut across the dark. He drew his broadsword in one clean motion. Snow shook from the rocks above.Jaron did not lower his blade. The men behind him held their ground, their weapons already out. Ten of them are still in cloaks of the Dravenwood pack army. Familiar faces I had seen on the wall only days before."You trusted a king that is already tainted, Captain," Jaron said. "Eric has the numbers. Frostfang stands behind him. Why die for a king who cannot even hold his own mind when we can be paid and live?""You sell your own for gold," I said.Through the bond the quiet current snapped. Heat surged from Rowan in a hard wave. Smoke began to rise from his shoulders in thin threads.
"Traitor!"Bram's voice cut across the dark. He drew his broadsword in one clean motion. Snow shook from the rocks above.Jaron did not lower his blade. The men behind him held their ground, their weapons already out. Ten of them are still in cloaks of the Dravenwood pack army. Familiar faces I had seen on the wall only days before."You trusted a king that is already tainted, Captain," Jaron said. "Eric has the numbers. Frostfang stands behind him. Why die for a king who cannot even hold his own mind when we can be paid and live?""You sell your own for gold," I said.Through the bond the quiet current snapped. Heat surged from Rowan in a hard wave. Smoke began to rise from his shoulders in thin threads.
Rowan held my eyes for a long moment before he managed to speak. The red hadn't faded from around the black yet, and for a second, I didn't know which one of us the silence was for."Darius," he said. His voice was rough, and gravely. "You have been saying something will awaken. Give it a name and end my confusion."Darius leaned on his staff. "The open scrolls never wrote it clearly, the first-era healers stated the name is forbidden. They used the old tongue only.""I can read the old tongue," I said. "Sarlen taught me. If the name is in the ledgers, I can find it."Standing near the counter, still under guard, Hector made a short, tired sound. "Call it whatever you like. If you do not mark him soon, he dies and Talon's army finishes the rest of us. So choose."
The medical wing went quiet. The only sound was water dripping from a stretcher in the corner.Darius still held the strip of parchment with the glowing seal mark. He hadn't finished the name when the man himself stepped fully into the light.Elder Hector. Still in the same robes he'd worn during the trial, a healer's satchel slung over one shoulder like he had every right to be standing in a room full of the wounded and the dead. He saw the parchment in Darius's hand and stopped where he was.He did not run."Read it," Rowan said, not taking his eyes off him.Darius did. The name belonged to one of the senior elder councilors — a man who had stood at Rowan's right hand through the border wars, who had voted with him ag
The paper flapped violently in the freezing wind. Eric held it high so the whole wall could see the dark bloodstains on it."Look at your King!" he shouted, his voice cutting clearly through the battle ground. "Destroying his own mind for a girl who will be dead in a year! Give her to Talon and Dravenwood lives!"Rowan's massive black form answered with a roar that shook loose snow from the high walls. He charged straight into the next wave of yellow-eyed wolves. He did not dodge. He did not slow down. Talon’s men holding the silver-tipped spears could not touch him.I saw his claws open a jagged path through the throng of men almost as fast as they appeared. The mania had taken him completely, and the enemy vanguard broke under the weight of it.I tried to call him back through the channel of our bond. Only white-hot heat answered back, all I could sense was a raw anger and completely empty or devoid of any o







