Diane's POVThe door crashed against the wall and the freezing wind came howling in, scattering Luna's little china cups across the hearthstones, and every warrior in the room dropped into a crouch with their hands going for blades. But it wasn't an attack. It was a man — one man, alone, half-frozen, swaying in the doorway with snow caked to his shoulders and blood dried black down one side of his face. And he was staring straight at me, and he said my name again, cracked and desperate. "Diane." I knew that voice. God help me, I knew it, though I hadn't heard it in five years, not since the night everything fell apart, not since I'd run. "Rourke," I whispered, and I was on my feet before I knew it, Luna clutched tight against my hip. He'd been Zev's scout back then, quick and laughing, and we'd all thought him dead — lost the same terrible season the pack nearly died. But here he was, gaunt as a ghost, dragging himself across the threshold on legs that barely held him, and the look in
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