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Kael’s scream was a thin, silver whistle that vibrated in my teeth.His massive ashen form was no longer solid. It was fraying at the edges, his grey fur stretching into long, luminous filaments that my mother reeled in with her skeletal fingers. I could see the marrow of his ribs, now glowing like molten glass, as it dissolved into the silver web. Every time Iyanla pulled a thread, a piece of Kael’s history—his first hunt, his rejection of me, his howl in the North—vanished into her robes."He’s disappearing, Amara!" Ronan roared.The rogue Alpha swung his emerald axe at the threads connecting Kael to the throne. The blade passed through the silk like it was smoke. There was no resistance. The web wasn't physical; it was a conceptual knot made of every bond the pack had ever signed."You can't cut a thought, Ronan," Iyanla said. Her silver eyes didn't blink. She reached out and grabbed a thread that looked like a vein of violet fire.The mate bond. My bond.The air left my lungs. I f

A decoy.The word was a splash of ice water on a fresh burn. I looked at the woman who had birthed me, who had planned my life in a closet while she wove a throne out of skulls, and the last of my childhood hope died in the silver light of her eyes. I wasn't her daughter. I was her shield. I was the lamb she had tied to the stake to keep the wolves busy while she built her empire."You left me in that kitchen for nine years," I rasped. My voice sounded like it was coming from a different room. "You let me believe I was alone.""I let you survive," Iyanla replied. She pulled a thread of violet light from the air and wrapped it around her wrist. "A healer is a target. A decoy is a ghost. You were safer as a kitchen girl than you ever would have been as my heir."Kael let out a low, wet cough from the floor. He began to move, but it wasn't the movement of a man. Because he had been partially unwoven, his body followed the logic of the silk. He didn't stand; he flowed. He rose like a shad

The sound of the ghosts feeding wasn't a roar. It was a wet, rhythmic grinding, like a thousand sets of teeth working on a single sheet of glass. I felt the vibration through my palms, traveling up my arms and into my chest, a cold suction that turned my blood into slush. The uncounted were no longer kneeling. They were a swarm, a violet tide of hunger pouring into the obsidian shears, drinking the void-energy Adaeze had spent centuries hoarding.Adaeze shrieked. Her obsidian skin didn't just crack; it began to peel away in jagged flakes, revealing a hollow, lightless space where a soul should have been. She tried to pull the shears back, to close the blades and cut the connection, but the ghosts were a vertical weight she couldn't lift."You're a fool, Amara!" Adaeze’s voice was a ragged, airless gasp. The flaking stone of her face fell away, leaving behind a skull of pure, unadulterated salt. "They won't stop with the shears. They’ve tasted the silence. They’ll eat everything until