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The air didn't just freeze: it shattered.I stood before the gates of the Salt Fortress, my palm dripping Orphan blood into the white dust. Across from me, the faceless warriors of Silver Ridge raised their blades. They were my people. The wolves I had fed. The wolves who had ignored me. Now, they were puppets of the Widow, their souls replaced by the grinding hunger of the salt."Open it," I whispered, my voice rattling in my chest.Adaeze stood beside me, her emerald staff vibrating against the ice. "You don't call them with power, Amara. You call them with the truth. Tell the earth what was stolen."I closed my eyes. I didn't reach for the Moon. I reached down. Deep into the frozen soil, past the roots of the salt-trees, into the dark places where the uncounted dead had been shoveled away. I thought of my mother, Iyanla, screaming in the smoke. I thought of the three Healing Wolves before her, silenced by the Council. I thought of the Iron Hollow pack, butchered in their beds.The

"I am not killing you," I snarled, my face inches from Kael’s.The silver was spreading. It had reached his throat, turning his pulse into a slow, rhythmic thud that sounded like a hammer on an anvil. His eyes were almost entirely grey, the amber pupils flickering like a dying fire."You have to," Kael rasped. The grey was in his teeth now. "She’s... she’s weaving me. I can feel the pack. I can feel every wolf in Silver Ridge. I’m becoming the anchor.""Then we’ll pull the anchor up," I said.I looked at the Widow on her perch of crystal. She was watching us with the detached interest of a weaver at a loom. Above her, the sky was a bruised purple, the stars blocked out by the red feathers of the Shroud.I reached for the stone on my chest. It was cold. Dead. The Orphan eye was closed.Heal more than you sever, Adaeze had said.But I had nothing left to heal with. And I refused to sever the man I loved.So I looked for the fourth option.I looked at the ghosts. They were still there, t

The silver fire didn't burn: it remembered.I was thrown backward by the force of Ronan’s strike, my vision filled with a billion stolen moments. I saw a child’s first shift. I felt an Alpha’s first kill. I tasted a mate’s first kiss. Three hundred lives, four centuries of history, all exploding at once as Ronan shattered the Widow’s harvest.The Great Hall began to dissolve. The stone walls turned into mist, the iron chandeliers into smoke.I hit the ground—the real ground—and the air returned to my lungs with a violent, freezing rush.We were back in the North.The Fortress of Salt was a ruin of black glass and white dust. The Widow was gone, her red cloak scattered across the ice like autumn leaves. Elder Nazim lay facedown in the salt, his feathered armor grey and lifeless.I pushed myself up, my hands shaking. The True Gift symbol on my chest was a dull, aching scar."Kael?" I rasped.The Alpha was ten feet away, curled in the snow. He was alive, but his skin was the color of a w

The ghost’s scream wasn't a sound: it was a memory.It hit me in the center of my skull, a jagged shard of fire and falling timber. I saw a house I didn't recognize. I felt the heat of a Council-ordered execution. The ashen shadow beside me—a tall man with a missing arm—began to flicker violently, his violet light turning a jagged, angry black."Amara, control them!" Femi shouted, shielding Lumi as the air in the courtyard began to swirl into a freezing vortex.I grabbed the moonstone at my neck, the True Gift symbol burning through my tunic like a brand. "Stop it!" I commanded the shadows.The vortex slowed, but the unrest didn't die. The ghosts were agitated. They could smell the Silver Ridge wolves. They could smell the living breath, the warm blood, the bonds that they had been robbed of. They were a sea of envy, and I was the only thing keeping them from drowning the pack.Kael stood alone in the center of the kneeling warriors. He looked like a statue in a graveyard. The amber i

The silence in the courtyard was louder than the ghosts' roar had been.Kael didn't look at me. He looked at the empty spaces where his warriors had stood. He looked at the shattered soup bowl. He looked like a man who had been stripped of everything—his mate, his throne, his pack—and was now just a collection of bones and regrets."Kael, they’ll come back," I said, my voice sounding like it was coming from the bottom of a well."Will they?" He finally looked at me. His amber eyes were bloodshot, his pupils irregular. "Or will they return as shadows? You hitched their souls to the uncounted, Amara. You didn't ask them. You didn't command them. You just... consumed them.""I was saving the other bloodlines!""At the cost of your own?" Kael stepped toward me, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low frequency. He smelled of rain and cold iron. "An Alpha protects his own first. That is the law of the Moon. But you... you protect the concept. You protect the world. And you leave your people