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“Look at her. You expect me to claim that FATSO!?”Cassian Voss said it loud enough for the back row to hear. He didn’t lower his voice, didn’t look away while he said it … like making sure I saw his face when he decided I wasn’t worth wanting.The hall went quiet the way a held breath goes quiet. Two hundred wolves, and not one of them breathing.I’d imagined this night for years. Not like this. Not with the mate bond snapping into place behind my ribs at the exact moment his eyes dragged over my body and found it lacking, like the bond itself was a clerical error he intended to correct on the spot, in front of witnesses, before it could inconvenience him any further.Someone laughed. I didn’t turn to find out who. It didn’t matter. It could have been any of them.I looked for my parents instead. Some small, stupid, nineteen-year-old part of me still expected them to move … to step between me and two hundred witnesses to my humiliation, to say something, anything, that wasn’t sil

Maren put me to work before I’d fully woken up the next morning, which I understood later was its own kind of kindness … nobody at Thorneheart seemed to believe idle hands helped anyone heal.“Training grounds are through there,” she said, nodding toward a cleared yard behind the hall where a dozen wolves were already sparring in the cold morning light. “You don’t have to join today. Or ever, if it’s not for you. But breakfast’s in twenty minutes either way, so you might as well watch.”I sat on the fence rail with a mug of something bitter and warm and watched people hit each other with what looked, to my untrained eye, like genuine enthusiasm. Nobody glanced my way. Nobody adjusted their sparring to perform for an audience, the way I remembered Ironwood’s warriors doing whenever pack elders watched.A girl about my age broke from the group and jogged over, wiping sweat from her jaw with the back of her wrist. “You’re the one Kian brought in last night,” she said, not unkindly. “I

I found Kian in the barn the next evening, not because I needed anything, but because I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about his open palm on the breakfast table, and some reckless part of me had decided one more night of not testing the theory was one night too many.He was crouched by the far stall, working a rattling hinge back into place on an old lantern, though I suspected, watching him, that the hinge had stopped being the actual point of the exercise sometime around the third night in a row he’d found a reason to be out here alone. He looked up when the door creaked, and something in his face eased that I hadn’t realized was tense until it wasn’t.“You came back,” he said.“I did.”“Tell me if I’m wrong,” he said, setting the lantern down carefully, “but I don’t think you’re here about the hinge.”“You’d be right.”He stood, slow, giving me every chance to change my mind, to laugh it off, to make this into something smaller and safer than what it actually was. I didn’

They came at dusk … not a war party, not yet, just three riders under a parley flag, and I recognized the lead rider’s bearing before I could make out his face.Cassian.My stomach dropped in a way that had nothing to do with fondness and everything to do with old, unhealed panic. Kian was at my side before I’d fully registered moving toward the gate myself, his arm settling around my shoulders, solid and unhurried, nothing performative in it … just where he stood now, as a matter of course.“Alpha Voss,” Maren said, cool, meeting them with Dorian at her shoulder. “You’re a long way from home for a parley flag.”“I’m here about the border breach.” His eyes found me over her shoulder before he finished the sentence, then moved, inevitably, to Kian’s arm around me, and something in his face did something complicated and fast that he smoothed over almost before I caught it. “And about her.”“She’s under Thorneheart’s protection,” Maren said. “If you’ve come to accuse a guest of my p

Nobody slept.Maren had the pack reinforcing the gate by lantern light within ten minutes of the dispatch’s arrival, voices low and fast, the particular controlled urgency of people who’d done this before and hated that they had to again. I stood in the middle of it feeling, for the first time since I’d arrived, like the danger genuinely was me … not something happening near me, but the whole reason for it.“Stop that,” Petra said, catching my expression as she hauled a crate of arrows past me toward the wall. “Whatever’s happening in your head right now, stop it. This isn’t your fault for existing. It’s Malachi Voss’s fault for believing your sister over his own son’s evidence.”“You don’t know that he did.”“I know he issued an arrest summons in twelve hours instead of waiting for his son to reach him with the truth. That’s a choice he made. Not you.” She kept moving, but the words stayed with me longer than she probably intended them to.Maren found me a little later, checking