The first thing I did when I saw Silverstone's banner was smile, and that frightened me more than the blood did.Smoke rolled across the field so thick I could taste it, ash and iron and burning pine, sticking to the back of my tongue. A body hit the ground to my left. Someone screamed on my right, high and cracked, a boy's voice. I didn't turn. Three years ago I would have thrown up. Now I stepped over the dead like I was crossing a kitchen floor.*Who did that to you?* I thought, and didn't like the answer."Fall back!" The shout came from the Silverstone line, ragged and breaking. "Fall *back*!"Good. Let them hear what it sounds like when nobody comes for you.I lifted two fingers. Behind me, my pack stopped as one, no growl, no snarl, just stillness, four hundred wolves in black and silver holding their breath because I'd asked them to. Even the wind seemed to wait. I'd stopped questioning that. I'd stopped questioning a lot of things."Nobody kills unless I say it." My voice cam
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