WrenThe silver cord bites into my arm like a wire.It's hot, not cold. That surprises me. I'd expected ice. Instead it burns, a thin white line of pain that runs from my wrist to my elbow and tugs me toward the end of the dock like a hooked fish. I dig my heels into the planks. They slide."Wren!" Bron's voice, hoarse and furious.I can't look. The shore is a roar of bodies. Kellan hits the water first, half shifted, claws out, and Bron meets him in the shallows with a crack I feel in my own ribs. Ronan is a streak of russet behind him. Wolves pour across the gravel in a silent wave, eyes ringed in silver, mouths slack."Don't hurt them!" Bron shouts, to no one, to everyone. "They're ours, don’t…”Aida has Damon half behind a piling, one arm braced across his chest, her face set like stone. A guard lunges at them. She slaps him aside with a crack of Nightfall gold I didn't know she still had. Damon stares at her. She does
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