POV: Rhen"Where did you get that," Dorian Greymane said, and his voice had gone very, very still.I had not meant to show anyone the locket. I never took it off, so nobody usually asked, but the feast had me dressed in a borrowed collar shirt with a neckline lower than my kennel clothes, and the little bronze oval had slipped free while I carried water jugs across the courtyard, straight into the path of the Ashveil pack's Enforcer."My mother gave it to me," I said, tucking it back under the fabric fast. "Why."Dorian did not answer right away. He was looking at me the way you look at a puzzle piece that has landed somewhere it should not fit and fits anyway."Can I see it," he said, and though it was phrased like a question, an Enforcer's version of a question tends to arrive with the answer already assumed.I pulled it out again, reluctant, and watched his face do something complicated when the crest caught the torchlight. Two wolves circling a full moon, one dark, one pale, noses
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