Prologue — Twenty Years Ago"Give her to me."Lirien doesn't look back.She can't. Looking back means seeing the hall, and seeing the hall means seeing Cedric, and if she sees Cedric she will stop running. She knows this about herself with the cold certainty of someone who has already made the calculation and cannot afford to make it again. So she keeps her eyes on the treeline and her arms tight around the infant pressed against her chest and she runs.Her wolf runs with her. Silver and desperate and saying the same thing over and over in the way wolves do — not words, not exactly, but the shape of words, the direction of them: this way. this way. this way.She follows.Behind her, the Ashvale pack hall is burning.She doesn't look back."Give her to me," Seraphine had said, two months ago, in the voice she used when she wanted something badly enough to pretend she wasn't asking. They were standing in the Ashvale courtyard, late afternoon, and Seraphine had her hands folded in front
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