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Aurora left me at the corridor's end with the practical efficiency of someone who understood that certain arrivals needed to be completed alone."Ethan will come," she said. "Give him ten minutes. He's dealing with departure logistics and he takes them seriously because he is constitutionally incapable of delegating anything he considers his responsibility." She said this with the fond exasperation of a sister who had been watching this particular trait for twenty-two years. "There is a bathroom through the left door. There is a small sitting area by the window. The fire has been laid but not lit. I expect you can manage a fire.""I can manage a fire," I said."Of course you can." She pressed my arm once. "Ten minutes."Then she was gone, her footsteps moving back down the corridor with the same unhurried energy she brought to everything, and I was standing in front of the door at the end of the hall alone.I opened it.The room was not what I expected.I had been expecting something

This chapter does not belong to me.I was not in the Blackwood estate when it happened. I was in a room with east-facing windows and a view of the northern forest and my eyes closed for the first time in forty-nine days without counting anything. I was finally, genuinely sleeping.But Lily found out. She always found out. And she told me later with the specific, careful precision she brought to things she understood I needed to know but that she also understood were not entirely mine to receive, handing me the account gently, the way you handed someone something fragile.So I am telling it the way it was told to me. At a remove. But fully.Sophia's rooms after the proceeding had the quality of a space that was being maintained impeccably in order not to reveal what was happening inside it.She had returned from the west hall to the Luna suite, which she still occupied pending the formal investigation, and she had dismissed her attendants one by one with specific instructions for the e

Three weeks into the north, I went into the forest alone.Not on the morning run. Not with Davan or Aurora or any of the quiet, unhurried presence of the pack's daily rhythm that I had been learning to move within. Alone. In the late afternoon, when the winter light was going gold and horizontal through the spruce and the pack grounds had settled into the particular quiet of the hours between the day's work and the evening meal.I told no one.That was new too. In the Blackwood pack I had not gone anywhere without calculating who was watching and what the forty-minute monitoring rotation was doing and whether the groundskeeper's path was clear. Here I simply walked out the estate's north door and into the trees and there was no one who required notification and no route that needed to be cleared and no monitoring that cared about my movements within the territory.I walked for twenty minutes.Then I shifted.She came up immediately.Not the careful, suppressed emergence of the east bl

I showed him the locket on a Sunday evening in the fourth week.Not because I had planned to show him on Sunday, or in the fourth week, or in the particular moment that I chose. It happened the way the most significant things in the north had been happening, without scheduling, without ceremony, in the ordinary course of two people spending time together in the same space and reaching the point where a thing that had been present became ready to be said.We were in the small sitting room off the main corridor, the one with the window that faced the east garden wall and the bookshelves that Aurora had curated with her characteristic mixture of practicality and unexplained personal conviction. The fire was lit. It was late, past ten, the estate settled into its evening quiet, and Ethan had been reading at the desk and I had been at the window watching the first snow of the season fall in the northern dark, slow and deliberate and entirely indifferent to the fact that it was the first sn

On the sixtieth night I walked to the mountainside.Not because it was the sixtieth night. I did not know it was the sixtieth night until I counted afterward, the habit of counting reasserting itself for one last useful purpose before I retired it entirely. I walked to the mountainside because the evening had the quality of an occasion without being one, the specific weight of a night that felt like a threshold without announcing itself as such, and my wolf had been restless in the particular way she was restless when something needed to be resolved.The mountainside above the Northern Fang estate was a long walk from the estate's north door, forty minutes up a path that the pack used for territorial boundary checks and that Ethan had shown me in the second week, pointing out the landmarks in the practical, unhurried way he did everything. At the top the trees thinned and the rock came through the soil and the sky opened, enormous and dark and absolutely full of stars, the kind of sky