"Do not touch him, Rona."My voice was flat, cutting through the cold air of the courtyard. I stood with Lucian pressed against my collarbone, the boy’s light breathing a small, warm pulse against my skin. The silver in my veins was no longer a quiet hum, it was a heavy, cold drag, like an iron anchor hook sunk deep into the meat of my ribs. Every step Silas took, I felt the pull in my own chest.Rona did not listen. She took another step toward the towering Alpha, her hands shaking as she reached for his charred sleeve."Silas," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Look at me. Silas, speak."The massive warrior did not blink. His face was half-masked in dark red crust from the gash on his forehead, his hide coat black and smoking from the heat of the collapse. He did not look at her with the sharp, angry eyes of the Iron-Claw leader. His eyes were wide, solid silver, glowing with the cold light that belonged to my blood. He stood perfectly still, his massive arms hanging at his sides,
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