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Chapter 11

Noa’s POV“Don’t sit up,” said Gideon Stone. “You’ll fall over, and I’m too old to pick you up.”I sat up anyway.The room tilted, then slowly came back level. I was in my own bed in the east wing, under three blankets, with the curtains half drawn and the river glinting gray outside the window. The light said afternoon. My mouth tasted like pennies.Gideon sat in a chair by the bed. He wore a heavy wool cardigan, a scarf, and slippers, and he had a cane across his knees. Yesterday he had been a gray shape in a mountain of pillows. Now he was thin and wrinkled and very much awake, and his gold eyes were watching me the way a hawk watches a field mouse that has surprised it.“Where’s Asher?” I said.“Outside your door. Pacing. He’s been doing it for six hours. I sent him out because he was breathing too loudly. Old Hannah from the village came and went. She said you need sleep and soup, and that she has never seen anything like you in sixty years of healing.”“Is he all right?”“He’s b

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Chapter 12

Asher’s POV“You must be the Alpha who throws girls away,” said Kezia Vane. “I thought you’d be taller.”She was leaning on the hood of a dusty green pickup just inside the iron gates, eating an apple. Three Clearwater wolves stood behind her, big men in denim jackets, with their hands loose at their sides. Two of my gate guards stood in front of them, and neither side looked happy about it.I had run the whole way from the council chamber. I was trying not to breathe like it.Kezia was twenty-seven or twenty-eight. Lean as a fence rail, in a black tank top and cargo pants despite the cold, with her dark hair shaved close on one side and long on the other. A scar split her upper lip and ran up toward her nose, white against brown skin. She had Leah’s gray eyes, but where Leah’s were soft, hers were flat and bright as a creek in winter.She looked at me the way I looked at a fence I was about to climb.“You’re early,” I said. “Twenty-nine days early.”“Twenty-eight and a half.” She bit

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Chapter 13

Noa’s POV“Is it true?”Asher didn’t answer right away. That was the answer.Micah had already gone. He had looked at the two of us, said, “I’ll be outside,” and closed the barn door very gently behind him, the way you close a door on a room where somebody is about to cry.I was not going to cry.“Is it true, Asher? To yield or to the end?”“Yes.”“And you knew.”“I knew.”“When?”He took a breath. “I’ve known that clause since I was nine years old. I knew it the night of the lake. I knew it in the great hall when Vane said section nine.”“Your ears were pink,” I said. My voice was very calm. It frightened me how calm it was. “At the bottom of the stairs. I asked you what you weren’t telling me.”“I know.”“You said tomorrow. In writing. Everything.” I pulled my elbow out of his hand. “And then I wrote term six. You tell the truth the first time I ask. And you signed it.”“I was going to tell you.”“When?”“When I’d fixed it.” The words came fast now. “I’ve been through every copy of

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Chapter 14

Asher’s POV“Hold still, Alpha. This will sting.”Simon Vane’s voice came from very far away, gentle and patient, the way it always did. I knew it the way I knew the creak of my own stairs. For three years that voice had said good morning and lift your arm and this will sting.I was on the floor of my study. I didn’t remember getting there.The rug was under my cheek. The fire was too hot and the room was too cold, both at once. My whole left side was a lake of burning tar. Ari was a weak, furious knot somewhere in the dark of my chest, snarling at nothing.A hand moved my shirt aside. Cool air touched the wound.Then I smelled it.Lavender soap. Leather. Mint. And under all of it, faint and bitter, the bright cold bite of silver.Ari went wild.I tried to move. My arm twitched. That was all.“Easy,” said Simon. “Easy. You’ve had a bad night. Let me do my work.”A jar lid unscrewed with a soft rasp.Then the door slammed open so hard it hit the wall.“Good evening, Doctor,” said Noa.

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Chapter 15

Noa’s POV“Who else has a key to that kitchen?” Asher said.“Nobody. You gave me the only one. Term four.”“Then whoever took it didn’t need a key.”He was already on his feet. He shouldn’t have been. He swayed once and caught himself on the desk, and the shirt fell open over the wound, and I saw the black edge of it, still angry from the night.“Sit down,” I said.“No.”“You were on the floor two hours ago.”“And now I’m not.” He buttoned his shirt with fast, hard fingers. “Show me.”~The kitchen looked just the way I’d left it. The oven was banked low. The bread cloths were folded on the long table. The window over the sink was closed and latched. The door had been locked when I came down. I was sure. I had heard the bolt turn back under my key.The windowsill was bare.There was a faint ring in the dust where the jar had stood. That was all.Asher crouched by the back door. He breathed in slowly. His eyes went gold at the edges.“Mint,” he said. “And lavender.”My stomach dropped.

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Chapter 16

Asher’s POV“Read it again,” I said.“I’ve read it six times, Asher.”“Read it a seventh.”Noa sighed and bent over the yellow page again. It was past midnight. The kitchen smelled of rising dough and woodsmoke. Leah had gone back to her rooms an hour ago so her father wouldn’t miss her, and Micah was asleep across two chairs by the door with his arms folded and his chin on his chest.“Under the full moon,” Noa read, “by the blood of the Hearth freely spilled, her gift may pass whole to the one who.” She looked up. “And then it’s torn.”“To the one who what?”“I don’t know. That’s the point of it being torn.”I rubbed my face with both hands. My side ached, a dull, low burn now instead of fire. She had given me half again at ten o’clock, sitting on the kitchen bench with her palms against my ribs, humming while the bread rose. Then she had stopped, right at half, and wiped her hands on her apron and gone back to her dough as if nothing had happened.I was learning to love watching her

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Chapter 17

Noa’s POV“He’s sending her away,” Asher said. “Tonight. To Idaho.”I set the knife down on the cutting board very carefully, so I wouldn’t throw it.He had come into the kitchen at four in the afternoon looking like a man who had walked through a fire. His shirt was creased. His jaw was tight. There was a long red scratch on his forearm, and when I looked at it, he glanced down as if he hadn’t known it was there.“Leah,” I said.“Leah.”“Sit down and tell me all of it. Term six.”He sat on the bench. He told me all of it.The study. The green curtains. The silver knife on the blue velvet, and the folded scrap of paper beside it that neither of them had touched. Reuben on the phone with Simon, talking about me as if I were a recipe he was following. Soft as butter. Kezia will put her on the ground. She’ll yield. Freely. And then the knife.He told me the last part with his eyes on the table.“He said I’d choose the pack,” he said. “In the end. He said Alphas always do.”“And then he s

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Chapter 18

Asher’s POV“Stay down,” I said. “Stay in the grass. Don’t move until I come back.”I said it with my mind, wolf to wolf, the way I had never been able to speak to anyone but Micah. The words went across the gap between us like a stone skipped over water, and I felt them land in her.I’m not a dog, she snapped back.I know. Please. Stay.Then I was gone up the ridge.Ari ran the way he had wanted to run for three years, with nothing holding him. The pines flashed past black and silver. The scent was easy at first. Burnt powder. Hot metal. The cold stink of silver that set every hair on my back on end.Then lavender.Then nothing.I came out onto a flat rock at the top of the ridge, a lookout shelf where my father used to bring me to watch the valley. There was nobody on it. A dent in the moss showed where someone had been lying flat on their belly. A single brass shell casing lay in a crack in the stone, still warm.I put my nose to the moss. Lavender soap. Mint. And under that, damp

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Chapter 19

Noa’s POV“Don’t touch the cup,” I said. “Nobody touch the cup.”The north tower room was too hot and too bright. Somebody had turned on every lamp. Gideon Stone lay half off the bed, tangled in the blankets, with the brass handbell on the floor by his limp fingers and a teacup tipped over on the side table. A brown stain spread across the white cloth under it.His face was blue around the lips.Asher was on his knees beside the bed before I’d even cleared the doorway. He had flour in his hair. So did I. Neither of us had stopped to wipe it off.“Grandfather. Grandfather, can you hear me?”Gideon’s eyes were open a crack. Gold. Dull. He was breathing in short, ugly little pulls, as though there was a weight on his chest.I bent over the cup. I didn’t touch it. I breathed in.Mint. Honey. Valerian, the sleeping herb. And under all of it, so faint I might have missed it if I hadn’t had my nose in Asher’s poison every night for a week, a bright, cold, metal bite.“Silver,” I said. “In hi

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