SERAPHINAI didn't sleep that night. I lay in my new room in the west wing, where Ronan had moved me after the attack, with two guards outside the door and the bone-handled knife under my pillow, and I stared at the ceiling and did sums.Nine days until the first of the month.Four days' ride from Skarholt to the river, if the pass held. Two more to Ironmoor, if you knew the paths. Less, for a wolf running alone.Asta had said it plainly enough before we left the star tower. The moon would go dark over the south. Not the North. Here in Skarholt it would dim and redden and then come back, the way it did every few years, and nothing would happen to anyone. The true shadow, the full dark, would fall in a band across the southern valleys.Across Ironmoor.If I wanted to be the one standing under it, I'd have to go home.Tell her not to come back to Ironmoor. Not for anything. Not for anyone.I rolled over and pressed my face into the pillow. My wolf was restless, pacing, and every time sh
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