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Chapter One

ROWENAMy mother had begun to grow irritated with my fidgeting. My nerves could barely allow me to sit in one place. I was afraid and anxious of what the night had in store for me. Since sunset my mother kept herself busy trying to prepare me for tonight. “Look at this green cloak, my dear,” she had said to me. “It really brings out your eyes.” Or “Look at this pure sapphire necklace. It has been in the family for generations,” She said gleefully as she put the jewelry around my neck. “Women in our lineage wore it on the day of their matings. Then they would pass it on to their daughters or daughters in law when they are getting mated.” She kissed my rosy cheek. “And now it is my turn,” I mumbled under my breath. My voice echoed my inner feelings. I was confused at how fast things are moving and I was afraid of the unknown. I was saddened by the realization that I had to kiss my family and my entire life goodbye to become the daughter in law of the coldest and most prominent family

Chapter Two

ROWENASomething broke in me that day.When I awoke, I found myself in a dark dungeon. I felt weak and lightheaded. I tried to move but my body ached with each attempt. Soon I realized I had been bound to the wall with a chain on my left wrist. The dungeon was cold and smelled of mildew and dust. As I sat in the darkness, I tried to recollect what happened. I remembered that I collapsed no sooner than I cut myself and my palm still stung from the pain of the wound.Just then, I heard the sound of voices coming from behind the dungeon’s iron door, followed by a set of footsteps which was accompanied by the release of bolts and removal of chains. Then the door opened.My father came in through the door holding a lit torch. He no longer smelled of alcohol but he looked at me with a face so grave I began to fear. The iron doors closed firmly behind him after he had entered, as if to prevent anyone from getting out unwantedly. I tried to stand on my feet but failed and fell back.“Father

Chapter Three

ROWENA I hoped that death would take me and I would never wake up to such a wretched world, but alas I did. As the icy wind slapped me across the face, I awoke. My throat was patched with thirst and my lips were dry and cracked. My wrists hurt from the tight rope it was bound with but as I looked around, I saw I wasn't alone.There were six of us in the small moving cage-like wagon, sitting shoulder to shoulder. The women were filthy looking; with their hairs tangled and their dresses torn. Their faces were marked with silent desolation, as if they were aware of the fate that awaited them- the kind that tears could not rescue them from, no matter how long and heart wrenching it was. “Where are they taking us?” I asked the woman seated beside me. She looked a little older than me with brown hair and blue eyes. She took some time before she answered me in order to save what little strength she had left. “They are taking us to Ravenshallow–the Western clan, there we will be sold as s

Chapter Four

ROWENA We arrived at Ravenshallow at the crack of dawn. The landscape was like nothing I had ever seen before. The atmosphere was shrouded in grey fog, the sun's rays barely pierced through the mist. In the distance stood tall rocky mountains barely visible above the mist, with buildings and structures emerging from the mountains.“We are here ladies,” one of the slavers said before letting out a drunken laugh. “Don't be frightened,” the other one said to us at the back. I couldn't see his face but I could sense a shared smile in his tone. “You all will be put to very good use here.”The wagon moved slowly through the town to the market square. The smell of raw meat, vegetables and the indistinct chatter that was akin to the market, filled the wagon. Suddenly, the wagon came to a halt. The door of the wagon was opened and we were all made to climb down its steep ramp. We were about to be sold off, like goods, we were about to be bargained for like lifeless items at a stall. We were

Chapter Five

ROWENA I managed to roll away just as the beast came upon me, not before I obtained a large cut from its paw on my back. I staggered but I had to regain my balance. The men laughed in their seats over my narrow escape.“Look at the way she jumped,” One said as he made a mocking imitation of me avoiding the beast.“I was certain she was done for but what can I say, she really wants to live,” said another. I scowled at them. 'I cannot die in this pit,' I thought to myself. I have to fight. I surveyed the arena for anything I could use to my advantage. There was a chain lying at the far end of the arena but there was no weapon in sight. “How about you show us what your wolf looks like, Rowena,” one of the spectators shouted but I paid him no heed.The beast had already regained its stance and had started charging fiercely towards me. In a swift moment, I ran towards the beast and slid under its stomach just as it was about to finish me off with its sharp claws. Then I ran, quickly g

Chapter Six

THANE“To think that a slave girl could have such audacity,” I grunted as I dodged the sword aimed for my chest. Then I turned and made a clean swipe at my opponent with my sword.“A slave girl laughed in your face. And then what?” Celdric snickered, trying in vain to hide his obvious amusement towards my experience. He swerved, missing the blade I thrust at him, and gave a counter blow with his sword. We had been practicing like this for hours now. Our bare chests moistened with our sweat but neither of us were close to exhaustion. Celdric, who was the closest thing I had to a brother, was the only one in the calvary, and clan, whose strength could rival mine. But I was still stronger as I had proved over the years. “You think this is funny?” I growled. I hit him in the stomach with the butt of my sword before he could dodge. Celdric fell back, stunned by the blow. He bent over, shaking with laughter at all that I had told him since we began our training. Celdric rarely gets an oppo

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Chapter Seven

ROWENAMy days as an acolyte in the Inner Sanctuary were, at first, indistinguishable from one another.We were made to wake long before the sun made any effort to pierce the heavy mist that draped over Ravenshallow each morning. In those first grey hours, while the fortress still breathed with sleep, we carried water from the underground spring that ran beneath the eastern wing — wooden buckets heaved up narrow stone steps, our arms burning, our feet sliding on the cold wet floors. No one spoke during the morning carry. It was an unwritten law we all seemed to understand without being told.There were ten of us acolytes in total, though I hesitated to call us a group. We were ten bodies performing the same tasks in the same spaces. Whether we were a group was another matter entirely.I had been given a chamber no larger than a pantry with a narrow cot, a woolen blanket that smelled of cedar and something older I could not name, and a single tallow candle that I was instructed to use

Chapter Eight

THANEMy father was standing at the foot of my bed when I opened my eyes.He always came in the early hours, in that thin stretch of time between sleep and waking when the mind has not yet armed itself against the things it does not wish to see. He stood the way he always stood — straight backed, arms at his sides with the old scar across his collarbone visible above the neck of his tunic. He looked exactly as he had the last time I saw him alive, which was the cruelty of it. Death had not diminished him. It had only made him permanent."Julius," I said. I had stopped calling him father some years ago. It made the visits easier to bear.He said nothing. He rarely opened with words. He simply watched me with those pale blue eyes — my eyes, everyone had always said — with an expression that sat somewhere between sorrow and reproach. This morning the sorrow was winning. That was never a good sign.I sat up and reached for the water on the bedside table. My body ached in the way it always

Chapter Nine

ROWENAI did what Eldra told me to do.I lay on my cot in the narrow dark of my chamber and I did not fight the dreams when they came. I loosened my grip on wakefulness the way you loosen a fist that has been clenched so long the fingers have forgotten what open feels like. And the dream, as if it had been waiting at the threshold for exactly this permission, came in like a tide. †††††††††††††††††††††††††I was standing in a hall.It was vast with vaulted ceilings that disappeared into darkness above, stone walls carved with markings I could not read but felt acquainted with. Torches lined the walls but they burned strangely, the flames tilted inward rather than burn upward. Then I saw the women.There were perhaps a dozen of them, scattered across the hall in varying states of flight and fall. Their hair was silver like that of moonlight, bright and deliberate, as if they had been made from it. Several of them wore it loose and it moved around them as they ran, cat

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