LOGINRowan 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 th
The forest below us moved again. A slow, heavy ripple through the snow-covered pines. No wind touched the valley floor, yet the branches bent and snapped. “Something is down there,” I said. My fingers closed tighter around the iron token Lira had given me. The old symbol pressed into my skin. “Serum-wolves,” Rowan answered. His eyes stayed fixed on the shifting trees. “Eric’s scouts are searching the floor, probably looking for our tracks.” Heat spiked through the bond. Thin threads of black smoke rose from his shoulders. The three-day clock ticked louder in the back of my mind and this time we could not afford another fight or mania blackout. “It’s probably Lira’s path,” I said, pulling at his arm. “Let’s go north from here behind the icefall. If we drop into the pines, we will walk straight into them.” He stood still a moment longer, jaw tight, watching the valley. “The climb is steep. If the mania hits on the ice, I take us both down.” “Then we keep it down.” I met his eyes.
“Sarlen is not our father,” Lira said, her voice cutting through the wind.“He is simply the man who stayed to help out most times. That is an entirely different thing, and it should count for far more than blood anyway, but it took my own mind ten winters to believe it.” Her voice didn't soften, but it lost its superior edge.“Our biological father was an alpha from a rogue border pack. Mother never mentioned him after he abandoned us. He caught the first scent of trouble and ran before they even got to us.He heard we were being hunted and ran for the hills before the trouble even came close. I know about it because I was old enough to see his cowardice. You were not, still nothing but a mumbling child then.”The words landed heavily behind my ribs, sitting there like a block of ice. For ten winters, I had carried one precise, unchanging truth of that night—my mother, my sisters, and the kind human healer who had dragged my naked frame out through the embers.But there had been anot
The metallic clicking on the opposite ridge was noticeably sharper than Lira's. Clack. Clack. Clack.Through the rolling curtains of grey fog, three silhouettes stepped smoothly out from the pitch-black pines. They wore the exact same heavy grey cloaks, similar polished iron talons.They moved without making any more sound, spreading their formation as they advanced across the drifts. One taking the high route along the broken cabin masonry, one moving low through the snow, and the last driving straight for the gap where Rowan stood.“Three,” Rowan said, his voice dropping into a flat, terrifying register.A sudden, violent wave of white-hot heat surged through our link, heavy enough to make my vision tilt in th
Rowan did not make a sound. He pushed me behind him, the calm in the bond vanished. A hard protective heat took its place and his claws slid out with a soft click.The metallic sounds grew closer, deliberate and even.A tall figure stepped out of the dark pines into the thin grey light. It was no ordinary being in a heavy looking grey cloak. The hands that hung at their sides did not end in ordinary nails or alpha claws. They were long, slender talons of dark polished iron."Sovereign Guard," I whispered.The figure stopped ten paces from the ruined cabin. Snow settled on the shoulders of the cloak. For a moment no one moved. Then, slowly, the figure reached up and pulled back the hood.Golden-blonde hair fell loose over the
Rowan 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.







