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[MAGNUS]Elara’s fingers are gripping mine so tightly, I know before I look—her nails have broken skin. I don’t stop her.Pain is easy. Manageable. Hers isn’t.She’s afraid. Anyone would be if their first encounter with a familiar was one that tried to claw its way through them. Not the friendly ones I have encountered. Or the ones that don’t give a fuck about us werewolves and humans. Creed shifts inside me. A thought that isn’t mine echoes through my bones.‘The shadow's claws were never meant to pierce her.’The words are cool, detached. He isn’t angry. He isn’t kind. He’s just sure.I don’t answer him. Not now.Our steps echo softly as we move past the last corridor, the torchlight fading behind us. The prison is close now—close enough that the wedding’s laughter has been swallowed by stone and silence.I slow my pace.Elara’s still gripping my hand, though her breaths have steadied. I glance down at her.“You ever been on a ship?” I ask, hoping it will distract her mind. It do

[ALEC]I wake up feeling hollow on the inside. Like a part of me is absent, but I can’t even remember what it is. This is not a new feeling. I carry it with me during every waking moment. It’s a part of me now, something I’ve accepted I can’t shed. I’ve felt this way every day for the last seven months—ever since I first woke up on the ship that took me from Caelondor. There’s not much I remember from before that, other than flashes. Faces that may or may not be real. Names that feel foreign and yet are somewhere familiar deep inside my mind. My life before that moment feels cloaked. It existed, but I can no longer see it. Beside me, Kara stirs on the straw-stuffed bedding, turning to face me. Her eyes are closed, the strands of her dark brown hair falling like a curtain across her forehead. I reach out and push them aside, my fingers barely grazing her skin. It is always soft beneath my fingertips, and it always creates an overwhelming feeling of desire inside me. I have to fight i

[KARA/RUELLE] “Sapphire eyes like that and a tongue like honey. Are we sure you weren’t born to a queen?”I laugh, but my stomach drops. “You flatter me too much.”“No, no,” she says, tapping the rim of her mortar. “You’ve got grace in your bones. Even your voice sounds like it once echoed in halls of gold.”Not anymore.I shake my head, stepping inside, letting the warm smell of herbs and something vaguely sweet wash over me. “I was bred in a village like this. My mother was a weaver.”The lie rolls off my tongue with less hesitation now. I’ve learned to shape my vowels like them, to speak with the gentle cadence of the coast folk. The first month was hardest, masking the way I moved, carried myself, and the words I used. But necessity makes a fine teacher.It was difficult to sleep on straw-stuffed bedding after years spent in silk-draped feather beds. Harder still to find satisfaction in bread, root stew, salted fish, and dried berries when I once dined on roasted fowls, spiced sq

[KARA/RUELLE]I light the stub of a candle and place it beside the window. I watch the shadows stretch across the mud walls like silent witnesses.And I pray.I pray to the Moon Goddess for Magnus, for my mother, for whatever pieces of my old life still remain.And then I look at the clay pot.The wolf painted on it looks nothing like me.But I know it’s me.While Alec’s gaze is away, I reach for the moonroot tonic in my apron and mix it with water. I focus on how bitter it feels against my tongue, and try not to think of what I’m actually doing. The candle burns low.I slide onto the bedding beside Alec. He’s staring up at the thatched roof, his forehead creased in deep thought. Laying down on his arm, I curl around him, pulling the woolen blanket over us. This right now is the most comfortable I know I can ever be. But the feeling doesn’t last. “There was something else,” he says with a sigh. “News about… a pack.”I glance at him. “A pack?”“Werewolves. They’ve been attacking vi

[ALEC]“Does that mean you’re planning to keep her, then?” Olric’s cousin smirks. “Settle in properly, like the rest of us?”I want to. I want to give her everything. A home. A name. A future. But what do I have to offer?Thankfully, Brynn interrupts, “Stop teasing them, the lot of you. They’re still young! Alec, ignore them.”I wink. “That’s what I always do.”But before I can say more, someone calls out from near the long tables, “Isn’t it time to light the fire?”A cheer goes up. The crowd begins to shift, gathering toward the center of the square where a great mound of stacked logs stands ready, circled by stones. Children dart through the crowd to get closer. Elders step forward slowly, each carrying a taper lit from smaller hearths that have burned quietly all day.The flames kiss the base of the structure first, then catch.Within moments, the Saltfire roars to life.Its heat rolls out in waves. Orange light spills across the faces around us, turning everyone golden. The chill