Chapter 4Freya's claws are a breath from my throat when a wall of muscle and fur slams into her from the side.The impact throws her sideways into a fruit stand, crates splitting apart, herbs scattering across the cobblestones. I stumble back, heart hammering, ears ringing from how close that was, and find Silas standing between us in his shifted form, silver-grey and massive, teeth bared toward the she-wolf sprawled in the wreckage.Four Gamma warriors fan out behind him, and every one of them wears the same crescent mark stitched into their collars. Moonlight.I've never seen anyone move to protect me like this. Not once, in either life. My father's people arrived on a street corner for a woman they'd known about for less than a day, and somehow that lands harder than the slap did.Freya scrambles upright, chest heaving, murder still in her eyes — until she actually looks at that mark. Her whole posture folds in on itself like a tent losing its poles. She backs up a step, then anot
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