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Point of View: Kieran"You keep watching me the way a man watches a snake he has not decided whether to kill." Corvin's voice cut through the fire's crackle on our second night out, and I did not look up from the knife I was sharpening, though every muscle in my back had gone tight the moment he spoke.He had walked three paces behind the rest of us for two full days, close enough to hear everything, far enough that any one of us could have put a blade in his back before he finished a sentence, and I hated that some small ugly part of me kept counting that distance like a wolf counting the space to a rival's throat. The forest around our camp had gone dense and dark, the kind of dark that swallowed torchlight three feet past its own edge, and every snap of a twig in the underbrush made my hand twitch toward my belt."I would rather you simply ask the question sitting behind your teeth," he said, dropping his pack beside the fire without waiting to be invited to sit, "than chew on it f

Point of View: Kieran"Alpha, a rider." The word alone was enough to stop my hand halfway to the fire, because no one sent a rider four days into wild territory unless something at home had already gone wrong before anyone thought to warn us.I was on my feet before the boy had finished speaking, my whole body braced the way it braced before a fight, though there was no enemy here to fight, only a folded letter sealed with Elara's mark, damp at the edges from a hard ride through wet country. My hands were not steady when I broke the seal, and the messenger, young and exhausted, would not quite meet my eyes, which told me nearly as much as the words themselves before I had even finished reading a single line."Read it out," Rhen said quietly, coming to stand close enough that her shoulder pressed against mine, though I could feel her bracing too, both of us learning long ago that bad news is easier to carry standing together than alone.Aldric had challenged Elara openly in council, th

Point of View: Kieran"He is not answering me!" I had my hands on my brother's shoulders before I understood I had crossed the clearing at all, shaking him hard enough to hurt, and still his eyes stayed fixed on the black water as though I were made of nothing but air.Two days of watching that hollow had taught me its rhythms, the slow pulse of the water like a held breath, the way the silence pressed heavier the longer we stayed, and I had told myself I was prepared for whatever it decided to try next. I was not prepared for the sound that rose that afternoon, soft and wordless, almost a lullaby, or for the way it reached straight past every guardian gift I did not have and found the one thing I could never protect against, my own brother's grief. The light itself seemed to dim around the water's edge, though the sun overhead had not moved at all."Dorian." I kept my voice low, steady, the voice I used on frightened pups and cornered wolves, though my heart was slamming against my r

Point of View: Kieran"I nearly killed your brother for her." Corvin said it plainly, without warning, dropping onto the log across from me on watch as though the words had been sitting behind his teeth for three years waiting for exactly this fire to finally let them out.I did not answer right away. Some old, ugly part of me still wanted to reach for the knife at my belt every time this man sat too close, three years of watching Dorian flinch at shadows not quite worn away yet, no matter how much I understood, logically, that the man across from me tonight was not the same one who had once dragged my brother into the dark. The rest of camp had gone quiet behind us, Rhen and Wren asleep, Dorian keeping restless watch on the far side of the fire, and it felt, for a moment, as though the whole forest had emptied itself out to leave just the two of us with this conversation."I know," I said finally. "I was there the night we pulled him out of what your people built for him. I have not

Point of View: Kieran"That is not one face," I said, my voice barely holding steady, my hand crushing Rhen's fingers so hard I was certain I was hurting her and unable to make myself loosen my grip. "Rhen, tell me I am not the only one seeing hundreds of them."The water had risen without a wave, without a ripple, simply lifting into shapes that were almost faces, layered over one another like reflections caught in shattered glass, and standing there with my family's whole future balanced at the edge of that black hollow, I understood for the first time in my life exactly how small a man without any guardian gift could feel beside something this old. The morning light overhead had gone strangely dim, filtered through cloud that had not been there an hour before, as though even the sky wanted no part of what we were about to witness."I see them," Wren said, her voice shaking. "Dozens. Hundreds. Kieran, I recognize some of them now that I know to look. A jawline from an old family por