The stone circle was older than the pack itself.Gray stones, taller than a man, arranged in a ring that had stood for centuries. Moss grew in the cracks. Symbols I didn't recognize were carved into the surface — warnings, maybe. Or prayers.The pack stood outside the circle. Dozens of wolves. Silent. Watching.The council sat on raised platforms at the north end. Seven elders. Gray and cold. Councilwoman Voss was in the center, her scarred face unreadable.And in the middle of the circle stood Marcus.He was massive. Broad shoulders. Arms covered in scars. His eyes were flat, empty, the eyes of a man who had killed before and would kill again.Kael stood ten feet away from him.Smaller. Younger. But his back was straight and his jaw was set.I stood at the edge of the circle, my hand on my belly, feeling the two heartbeats flutter beneath my palm.Please, I whispered to no one. Please let him survive.---"The Rite of Ascent begins now," Voss announced.Her voice carried across the c
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