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The tide was turning. I felt it like a wind shifting. Stonemarch's line was buckling, the young Alpha Hesk screaming at his men to hold, and some of them, God help me, had begun to lay down their spears. Greyfen's riders wheeled and fell back toward the trees.Then a deep red light bloomed on the ridge.Rowan stood on the crest with a new staff in his hand, a long black thing, hastily carved, studded with raw gems that glowed the color of old blood. Behind him stood a dozen robed elders, each holding a short iron stake wrapped in chain. They drove them into the ground in a rough ring, and the chains lit, and the air around me thickened.Something wrapped around my back legs. Heavy. Cold. Iron. I tried to move and the ground caught me, a web of red light, binding stakes sunk deep. The scales along my flank began to burn. The beast in my chest howled.*Seals,* I thought. *Get the seals ready.*I threw my weight forward. Chains groaned. For a moment I thought I would break them. Then pai
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Torches. Hundreds. Thousands, it looked like, strung in long glittering lines across every ridge, creeping down toward the palisade like lit fuses. I could hear them now. Drums. The slow, ugly tramp of a vast army coming on step by step. Under the moon the banners hung limp. Blue and silver. Green and gold. Violet. Black and white, but not Thornwood's. Stonemarch's."Fifteen hundred," said Kade, hoarse. "Maybe more.""We've got four hundred and ten," said Ilsa."Thale?""Not coming." Vane's voice was granite. "He sent word at dusk. He can't break the Accord openly. Not until..." He stopped. His jaw tightened. "He said if the girl can win it, he'll stand. If she can't, he never rode.""Pretty," Kade spat."Sensible.""*Cowardly.*""Both." Vane turned. He looked at me. The moonlight caught the gold in his eyes, and I saw something under it, fear, yes, but also a terrible calm. "You said you wanted to be told everything.""I did.""Then here it is." He took a breath. "If we hold them at
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My sister weighed less than the cloak around my shoulders.That's what I kept thinking, carrying her across the yard with half the camp watching from the shadows. Nothing. A bundle of wet wool and cold bones. Her head lolled against my collarbone, and every few steps she shuddered, a long, deep, wrenching tremor that rattled through her whole body, as if something inside was shaking the bars."On the cot," Mira said. She had the tent flap held open. Her face had gone very still. "Gently. *Gently.*"I laid her down. The black veins had reached her jaw. They pulsed slowly, in time with something, and under the dim lamplight her skin looked like a candle burning from the inside."How long?"Mira laid two fingers against her throat and closed her good eye. When she opened it, she didn't look at me. "Until the moon. Perhaps less.""What is it doing?""What it was made to do. Eating." Her voice was low and flat. "It's had thirteen years of rich food. Rowan's cut it off. It's starving, and i
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It was Kade who said it. Flat. Hard. His scar twisted with it. He pushed off the wall and came toward me, and I saw his hands were shaking."Isolde doesn't keep promises," he said. "I've sat across a table from that woman for nine years. You give her the girl, and she'll take the girl, and she'll burn us anyway. She'll say you were the *price,* and prices are only the first payment." His voice cracked. "Two of my people died holding a door for you. Pell was nineteen. You don't get to walk out of that door.""Kade...""You said their names. In the yard. You said Joss and Pell and you stopped your own claws an inch from my throat." He swallowed hard. "I've been in this pack twenty years and I never saw anybody do that. Don't you dare make it mean nothing."I couldn't speak."Your mother asked me to look after you," Mira said, softly. "I said no. I was frightened. I counted grain for thirteen years rather than keep a promise to a woman I'd met once." She stepped forward and took my face
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We buried my mother at sunset, on a bare hill behind the keep, between two graves that hadn't yet had time to grow grass.I hadn't asked anyone to come. I'd told Mira I wanted to do it alone. But when I climbed the slope with the bier on a borrowed cart, there were four hundred people standing on that hillside in absolute silence, in rows, with their heads bowed. Warriors with their swords sheathed. Women with their sleeves rolled. Children held very still against their mothers' hips.Nobody spoke. They'd simply come.Kade stood at the front with his scarred hand pressed over his heart. Ilsa beside him, with her jaw clamped shut and her eyes streaming. And at the end of the first row, small and solemn, the little girl with the wooden sword. She stepped out when I passed and held up a fistful of dried yarrow, tied with a bit of string, the best she could find in a camp in late autumn.I took it. I couldn't speak. I knelt and laid it in the grass.Beside me, on a litter of blankets, my
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They did. Vane and two of his riders lifted the broken halves of the stone, slowly, with great care, and set them on the grass. And there, in a shallow trench, lay a small, slight bundle in the rags of a cloak. I knelt beside it. I laid my hand against the cloth, and it was damp and cold, and I felt the shape of her through it. So small. I'd forgotten how small she was.In my pocket, the last chip of her stone went quiet.I lifted her out. I held her the way you hold a sleeping child, one arm under her, one against her, and I stood, and nobody spoke. Two hundred men of Riven and Thornwood stood in the torchlight with their heads bowed.*Hello, Mama,* I thought. *I got here.*My father didn't survive the night.He didn't die. Not yet. But Mira, who'd come up the slope behind the riders with a satchel and a fierce, grim face, took one look at him and shook her head. Thirteen years of sorrow and three days in a cell had worn through something in his chest, and he sat propped against a st
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