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The blade was cold against Everly Hawthorne's throat, and the first thing she felt wasn't fear. It was recognition. She knew this knife. She'd watched her father sharpen it a hundred times at the kitchen table, humming under his breath like it was nothing.She hadn't known it was for her."Don't move," the guard said, voice cracking. Marcus. He used to sneak her bread when her father forgot to feed her for days. Now his hand shook so hard the blade trembled against her skin, and she understood, in the strange calm that comes right before something unbearable, that he didn't want to do this. He was going to do it anyway."Whose order," she said. Not a question. She already knew.Marcus didn't answer. He didn't have to.Nineteen years, she had made herself smaller. Long sleeves in summer. Eating last. Speaking last. Existing at the edge of every room so no one had a reason to look twice. None of it had mattered. The order had been written before she was old enough to understand what she

Grayson didn't die.He would think about that moment for the rest of his life, the half second where the Hollow's jaw closed around empty air an inch from his throat, because something yanked him sideways with a force that didn't belong to any hand he could see.He hit the ground hard, rolled, and came up already reaching for a blade he no longer had.Everly was standing over him, both palms out, shaking, staring at her own hands like they belonged to a stranger."I didn't do that," she said. "I didn't touch you."But she had. He'd felt it, a pull like a rope tied around his ribs, and the Hollow had felt it too, because it had stumbled mid-lunge, its white eyes snapping to Everly with something that looked almost like confusion."Your blood," Marcus said, somewhere behind them, voice gone hoarse. "It's doing something."Everly looked down at her own wrist, at the thin line of silver still welling from the guard's earlier cut, and for the first time since the knife had touched her thro

The den was smaller than Everly expected, a hollow cut into the rock beneath an old fallen oak, its entrance so overgrown with roots and moss it looked like nothing more than a shadow from ten feet away. Marcus shoved her through the gap first, then followed, pulling a tangle of vines back into place behind them like a door.Inside, the dark was total for a moment before her eyes adjusted, and she realized the space was bigger than the entrance suggested, deep enough to stand in, dry, and smelling faintly of old smoke from fires burned decades ago."How long has this been here?" she asked, her voice too loud in the sudden quiet."Since the last war. Longer than either of our fathers has been alive." Marcus sat down hard against the stone wall, finally letting his shoulders drop from where they'd been locked near his ears since the clearing. "My grandfather told me about it once, right before he died. Said every generation needs somewhere the pack doesn't know about. I never understood

They walked for what felt like hours, Odessa setting a pace that belied her age, cutting through the forest with the certainty of someone who had walked these paths a thousand times before, long before Everly was born."How do you know these woods so well," Everly asked, mostly to keep her mind from spiraling back to the clearing, to the blade, to her father's voice giving an order she still couldn't fully believe was real."Because I spent nineteen years walking them, looking for you." Odessa didn't slow down. "Every full moon, every anniversary of the night you were born, I came out here alone and searched, even after everyone told me I was chasing a ghost.""You could have been killed for that. If my father found out.""Your father knew." Odessa's voice was flat, unreadable. "He let me search. He knew I would never find anything, because he'd made certain of it."Marcus, walking a few steps behind, finally spoke. "You're saying the Alpha allowed a known heretic to wander Duskfall l