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The wolfless girl is the last obsidian The bolt-b
She had both hands pressed flat to her chest, right over her heart. Her braid had come all the way undone. Her face was the color of old candle wax, and that bright silver in her eyes, that pretty, obnoxious, beloved silver, was sputtering. Flickering, like a flame in a draft. As if something was dragging it out of her, or dragging it toward me."Garrick," she gasped. "It's pulling. It's...""Chloe?" He spun around. For the first time that night he took his eyes off me, and the crossbow wavered. "What's wrong? What is it?""*Nothing.*" She stood up straight by force, with a face like a slammed door. The silver steadied, but I'd seen it. I'd seen her scared. "Get me out of here. Now. *Now,* Garrick."I should have wondered what I'd just watched. I couldn't. I was bleeding on a stranger's boot."Fall back!" Garrick bellowed. "Fall back, fall back, pull out!"The Moonstone line broke. They went for the door in a ragged tangle, dragging their wounded, and Vane let two of them go by him. H
The wolfless girl is the last obsidian The bolt-a
Here's something nobody tells you about the moment before you die. It's quiet, and you notice stupid things.The bowstring hummed. Garrick had missed a button on his coat, the second one from the top. He'd dressed so carefully for the Claiming and then forgotten that one. A grain of dust hung in the firelight between us, turning slowly. Vane's roar was still going somewhere behind me, stretched thin, like someone calling across a lake.I didn't decide to move. My left arm came up on its own, the one with the scales, and the bolt hit it with a crack like a hammer on slate.It didn't go through. The shaft burst into splinters. The silver tip skidded along my forearm and carved a burning line from wrist to elbow before it spun away and rang off the floor.Silver.Every wolf learns about silver the way every child learns about stoves. Nothing prepares you for it. It went into me like cold fire, and the sound that tore out of my throat wasn't a scream so much as a sheet being ripped in hal
The wolfless girl is the last obsidian What was hiding-c
A soft, questioning sound left my throat. A whine. The fury in my head drew back a fraction, like a tide going out. I felt myself start to shift back, the scales sliding away, my bones folding down into a human shape, and it *hurt,* it hurt so much, but I wanted him to see my face. I wanted him to see it was still me.Garrick looked at me.He didn't look relieved. He didn't look sorry. His face was gray, and there was a small tremor at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were wide with something I'd only ever seen on cornered animals.Terror.I watched it happen. I watched the terror cool, and set, and harden into something else, something dense and black and certain. Pure, unmixed hatred.He raised the crossbow. He lined it up, very carefully, between my eyes."I told you," Garrick said. His voice shook, but it carried, loud enough for the enforcers, loud enough for everyone. It was the voice he'd practiced for the Claiming. "I *told* you she was wrong. Something was always wrong w
The wolfless girl is the last obsidian What was hiding-b
And the iron at my neck, singing with ozone, glowing a furious cherry red against a throat that was suddenly a great deal thicker than it had been.I looked down at my paws. They were the size of dinner plates. Black fur, coarse as wire, covered the tops of them, but the undersides, the pads, the claws, were plated in overlapping black scale that caught the firelight and threw it back like wet slate.I let out a growl.It came from somewhere below my ribs. It rattled the dust down from the ceiling beams and shook the tapestries on the walls. It didn't sound like a wolf. It sounded like the ground moving.And the strangest thing was this: it didn't feel like *her.* For ten years there had been *me,* and there had been the thing in the dark, and a wall between us. Now there wasn't a wall. There wasn't a *her.* There was just me, and I was enormous, and it felt like coming home.I raised my head. Vane was on his feet again. He hadn't reached for a weapon. He hadn't shouted for a single g
The wolfless girl is the last obsidian What was hiding-a
Pain doesn't build. Whoever told me it does was lying. It just arrives.One second I was on a stone floor holding out my hands to a man who was backing away from me, and the next someone had poured boiling lead into my marrow and dropped a match in after it.I screamed. The sound wasn't a voice. It was wet and torn, and it scraped my throat raw on the way out. I folded in half on the floorboards and went at my own arms with my nails, like I could dig it out. The black had passed my wrists. It crawled toward my elbows, slow and steady, and wherever it went, my skin went hard and cold, like a stone lying in a river.Then, with a pop I felt in my teeth, a row of jagged black scales tore up through the skin of my left forearm.Blood welled, dark and thick. It hissed where it touched them. Steam curled up into the firelight.What am I?* The thought splintered before it finished. *What am I, what am I, what...*I had braced for the wolf. That was the terrible part. For ten years I'd been af
The wolfless girl is the last obsidian The Collar-b
Then we walked in, and it all stopped.It went out in a ripple. A hammer, a shout, the crack of practice swords, and then quiet, and hundreds of eyes, yellow and brown and green, turning toward me. To the collar. To the chain. To the mud on my face, my torn green dress, the blood on my shin. To Vane.I'd spent twenty-two years learning how to be overlooked. I was good at it. I'd have traded anything for one of those shadows now."Moonstone," someone muttered. "Stray." A man spat near my boots. Vane's head turned a few degrees, no more, and the man became very interested in his own hands.A little girl stood by one of the tents, maybe seven, a wooden sword in her fist. She wasn't glaring. She was just staring at me with her mouth open, the way you stare at a wounded deer. Her mother caught her by the shoulder and pulled her behind a skirt.That hurt more than the spit.Vane marched me through all of it without a word.The keep sat in the middle of the camp like a fist. Black stone, tor
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