Moira bows.The Others kneel.Six monsters made of shadow and gold, heads down in my direction.Draven steps between me and them. His claws are out. His wolf is in his eyes. “Get away from her.”“She’s not yours to guard anymore, Alpha,” Moira says. She doesn’t stand. She stays bowed, but her smile cuts. “She’s ours. She’s always been ours.”The bone knife is cold in my hand. I don’t remember grabbing it. The gold light crawling up my arms feels like fire and like home.“Wren,” Draven says. His voice is quiet. Careful. “Put the knife down.”I look at him. Really look. The bond is still there. Still burning. But under it, something else hums. Something older. Something that calls the light.Clay’s cry destroyed the tanks. Not the pack. Wrath was right. First Blood doesn’t kill wolves. It kills enemies.And right now, I don’t know who the enemy is.“Alistair,” I say. My voice doesn’t sound like mine. “Is he dead?”Rowan moves through the smoke. He’s bleeding from his ears too, but he ch
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