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Chapter 11 - “For Your Protection”

SIENNAThe note slid under my door at three in the morning.I heard the whisper of paper before I saw it. I was already awake. I had been awake for most of the night, listening to the wind and the footsteps of the guards in the corridor and the quiet, steady drip of the pipe above my bed.I crossed the room barefoot and picked it up.Block letters. Black ink. Pressed hard enough to tear the page in places.NEXT TIME IT WON’T BE PAINT.I read it twice. Then I folded it along its crease, slipped it into the lining of my jacket, and sat on the edge of the bed with my hands flat on my knees.Someone wanted me afraid.I turned the idea over slowly, the way I used to turn a captured map. Brisa didn’t have the spine for it. Hale and Corin were mouths, not blades. Selene would never put her own name near a threat.Which meant there was someone else.I didn’t sleep again.Kieran arrived at dawn.He didn’t knock. The door opened and he filled the frame, his shirt buttoned wrong, his eyes red-ri

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Chapter 12 - “Blackout”

SIENNAThe storm hit three nights later.It came in off the northern hills like a wall, black and low and heavy with the smell of iron. By dusk the wind had torn two tarps off the east roof. By midnight the rain was falling sideways and the generators were screaming.I was in the service hall behind my room, carrying a stack of blankets to the kitchen wolves, when everything went dark.Not just dim. Dark.The hum of the generators died in a long, falling groan. The corridor lights blinked out. Somewhere below, a dozen voices shouted at once.I stopped moving and let my eyes adjust.A heavy sound rolled through the stone above me. Metal. A bolt shooting home.The fire door at the end of the corridor had slammed shut on its own.“Hello?” I said.A low voice answered from the dark. “Don’t move.”Kieran.He had been coming up from the lower stairs to check the generator room. I heard his boots stop a few feet from me, close enough that I felt the displaced air.“The door sealed,” he said.

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Chapter 13 - “Ravenna’s Ghost”

SIENNAI woke to a sound I had spent three years dreaming about.My own name, screamed in his voice.Not Sienna.“Ravenna!”I was out of bed before I was awake.The cry came again, raw and ragged, through the wall. Something crashed. A chair, maybe. Then a long, broken sound like a man trying to breathe through water.I stood in the dark with my heart slamming against my ribs.Leave him.That was the cold, sensible voice in my head. Let him bleed. Let the nightmare finish what the world had started.I walked to the connecting door anyway.The brass key was still in the lock on my side. I had never turned it. Not once. I told myself it was because I wanted to hear him.I told myself a lot of things.I turned the knob and pushed the door open.His room was darker than mine. The lamp had been knocked over, and the only light came from the thin gray of the storm outside. Kieran sat half upright on a rumpled bed, one hand fisted in the sheets, the other clawing at the air like he was tryin

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Chapter 14 - “The Elder’s Eyes”

SIENNAI left before dawn.Kieran was asleep in the chair by his window when I slipped out, his head tipped back, his hands finally loose. I paused with my fingers on the connecting door. Then I closed it behind me and turned the brass key.Some things were not allowed to matter.The summons came before breakfast.A young wolf delivered it at my door with his eyes on his boots. “Elder Voss requests your presence in the council chamber.”“Requests?”“That’s what he said.” The boy swallowed. “But he said it like an order.”I followed him down three flights of stairs and through a corridor lined with old pack banners, faded and water-stained. The council chamber sat at the end, behind double doors of dark wood.Inside, one man sat at a long table with a single cup of tea steaming in front of him.Elder Voss.He was older than I remembered. Thinner. His white hair had been combed straight back, and his hands lay folded on the polished wood as though he had never raised them in anger in hi

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Chapter 15 - “The Scientist”

SIENNAThe screaming started in the courtyard just after noon.I was carrying a crate across the east yard when I heard it, a thin, ragged cry cut off by a roar of voices. Dozens of wolves were gathered near the main gate, a tight, angry knot of bodies. Someone was shoving through the middle. Someone else was holding a length of iron pipe over their head.I set the crate down and walked toward the noise.At the center of the circle, a woman knelt in the dirt.She was human. Late twenties, small, wiry, with dark hair chopped short and a pair of glasses with one cracked lens. She clutched a canvas satchel to her chest with both arms. Blood ran from a cut above her eyebrow, but she did not cry.“Found her in the old clinic on Marrow Street,” one of the patrol wolves shouted. “Carrying vials. Dozens of them.”“She’s one of them!” someone else yelled. “One of the ones who made this!”“I worked at a research institute,” the woman said. Her voice was steady and very quiet. “I didn’t make any

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Chapter 16 - “Small Cruelties”

SIENNAHis name was Rook.I remembered the weight of his knee in my back. I remembered his breath on my neck, hot and sour, and the grin in his voice when he told me to stop struggling. I remembered that he was the one who held my wrists to the ground while the others walked away.He was a night sentry now. Twenty-six years old. Broad through the shoulders and narrow through the eyes, with the loose, lazy confidence of a man who had never once paid for anything.He did not know me.Good.I didn’t want his blood. Blood was loud. Blood got questions asked and fingers pointed. Kieran had seen me wash it from my hands once already, and I did not intend to give him another reason to look.I wanted Rook to lose everything slowly, and I wanted him never to understand why.The east yard gave me what I needed.Every crate of salvage passed through my hands before it reached the armory. Every box was logged by weight, by count, by contents. No one questioned the quiet human girl who copied numb

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Chapter 17 - “Training Yard”

SIENNA“Every human in this stronghold learns to defend themselves,” Kieran said. “Starting with the one who keeps volunteering for danger.”It was not an invitation.I stood in the doorway of his study at dawn with a damp rag still balled in my fist, listening to him dress an order up as a favor. Two weeks ago someone had painted a word on my door. A week ago I had stepped in front of a pipe.He had been counting.“You want me to learn to fight,” I said.“I want you to survive long enough to stop being a problem.”“That’s very kind of you.”The corner of his mouth moved. Almost a smile. Almost. “Training yard. Seven o’clock. Don’t be late.”The yard sat behind the armory, a wide square of packed dirt ringed by sandbags and rusted weight racks. Thirty wolves were already warming up when I arrived, throwing punches into the air, stretching shoulders that could have broken a car door.Every one of them stopped to stare.I hunched my shoulders. I tucked my hands against my stomach. I let

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Chapter 18 - “Marked”

SIENNAThe pack had found a bottle.Not just one. Three crates of it, buried deep in the Fenner Road cache behind the rice and the powdered milk. Rough, cloudy stuff that burned all the way down, the kind of homemade liquor that Ravenna would have thrown into the river.Kieran allowed it for one night.“They’ve earned it,” he told Damien, loud enough for me to hear from the stairwell. “One night. Then it goes under lock.”By the time I reached the main hall, the room had transformed.Tables dragged together. Someone playing a battered guitar. Wolves laughing, shouting, tipping their heads back, giving themselves up to the first real noise the stronghold had known in weeks.I kept to the wall.I took a cup of water and a place near the door, where I could see the exits and the pack at once. I watched the room the way I always did, counting faces, noting who sat beside whom.Selene held court near the fire with her usual circle, her cheeks flushed, her laugh a bright blade over the din.

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Chapter 19 - “Damien’s Report”

SIENNAI knew something was wrong the moment I saw them go up to the wall.It was past midnight. The stronghold had gone quiet, the last echoes of the drunken night long since swallowed by sleep. I stood at my window with the lights off and watched two figures cross the courtyard, one broad and one lean, both walking like men who did not want to be heard.Kieran and Damien.They climbed the south tower and vanished onto the wall.Whatever they were discussing, it needed open air and no walls.I waited an hour. Then I slipped out through the service hall, down to the drainage culvert, and crawled through to the dark where Ronan waited.He was crouched exactly where I had left him, a shape against the black. When I reached him, he didn’t say hello.“You should hear this,” he said.“Hear what?”“I was beneath the south wall earlier. Two men came up on the ramparts.” His eyes gleamed in the dark. “Wolf hearing carries.”My chest tightened. “What did they say?”Ronan was quiet for a moment

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Chapter 20 - “The Southern Line”

SIENNAI went before dawn, when the guards were thinnest and the dead were slowest.The southern line was forty minutes from the wall on foot. I knew the way without thinking. My feet remembered every cracked curb and every collapsed fence even though this body had never walked them. I moved low and quiet through the gray half-light, a small figure among the ruins, and the dead drifting through the mist never looked my way.The place hadn’t changed.A stretch of broken road. An overpass that had once carried traffic and now carried only shadow. A field of dead grass on either side, brittle and silver with frost. Somewhere to the east, a crow screamed once and fell silent.I stopped in the middle of the road.This was where it had happened.I could have walked it blind. Forty paces from the overpass. A crack in the asphalt, shaped like a lightning bolt. A fallen sign, bent in half.The memory came for me before I was ready.The cold of the pavement against my cheek. The weight of boots

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