ons came
ounds of the pack house settling around her. She had heard her mother's footsteps in the hallway, pausing brie
d nothing fr
since the night she had begged him to let her stay home. Not
A servant with a cold exp
uires your prese
that never happened for her. It was the only dress she owned that wasn't the coarse wool of the Moon-Cursed. She
not m
red, silver-haired, with the sharp features of a born leader. He had once been a warrior of
glass of wine. He di
" he
t her eyes down. She had learned the posture of co
still not looking at her. "The negotiation
ch dropped.
not inte
ell s
-she might have preferred cruelty. Cold indifference wa
weakness, and they will strike when the opportunity presents itself. Your mother's family has offered no assistance.
ened. "What does th
alliance. The strongest alliance we could hope for. The Alpha of Black Holl
w. Black Hollow. Home of the Shadow W
Dra
hree kingdoms before he turned twenty-five. He was called the Devil because he had no mercy, no conscience, no soul. He had killed his
him," Lyra whispere
linch. "I am sav
our dau
honor. No future. You cannot shift. You cannot fight. You cannot even defend yourself a
m back furiously. She would not cry in front of
continued. "You will go to Black Hollow. Yo
ut then she saw something in his e
e
her was
ds were shaking slightly on the edge of his desk. His jaw was clen
r seen her f
of? she wanted to
that questions were not welcome. Her father
ead, sh
," she said.
*
f the Silverfang village and watched her h
not come to see her off. She was leaving her sister Elara, who had wept and clung to her and begged h
not lo
hat if she did,
*
Black Hollow
oon. Her escort was small: a handful of warriors, a handmaiden who refused to meet her eyes,
trees of Silverfang gave way to black pines and twisted oaks. The
of the moon. She was ente
ight, she had
sky was black. Everything was black, except for the mist that coiled around h
r-it was shadow made solid, rippling with movement like a living cloak. His
He did not move. He
t was a thought pressed into her skull, heavy and warm
peak. Her throa
have run. But something in her chest-that caged thing, that burie
ou," the wolf said. "I'v
oke g
he corner of the carriage, star
ounding. She was drenched in sweat.
managed. "Just
were frightening. This had been something els
hat felt li
*
ay, they reach
er carriage. She had expected darkness. She had expected
not disa
things. The architecture was harsh and unforgiving. There were no gardens, no flowers, no softness to be
to watch her arrival did not sm
ugh the carriage walls. Th
an't s
er. She's
will eat
't last
ed that too. The mask of composure. The
e, she wa
ped down onto black stone. She wore her finest gown-silver silk emb
like statues, their faces cold, their eyes sharp. They were
ll, on a throne of black sto
t what sh
rute. A beast with fangs and cl
man who looked like
nd war. His hair was black as obsidian, falling across a face carved from ice. His cheekbon
in place the mom
ot how to
e did not offer her a single gesture of welcome. He looked at
gone. The words she had practiced, the careful
ence st
en Kae
Ashb
. Disinterested. It cut
at was all she
ard her. The court held its breath. Lyra
ding at the edge of a cliff and feeling the wind pull at your clothes. She smelled him. P
swept over her from head to toe,
g more. Stay out of my way. Stay out of my
d and wa
alone in the center of the great hall, hundreds of ey
ruelty. She had pr
t prepare
regard. He had looked at her like she wa
er whole life b
realized it co
el reached the
cond. A heart
ver his shoulder.
omething flickered in
gnit
left. The heavy doors boomed shut behind him, and Lyra
moment
rstand it. She
est stirred. That caged
w
*
en wanted. The sheets were black silk. The canopy was carved from s
a storm of fear and confusion a
he heard t
ed. Somewhere in the pa
o her ears, trying to block out the sound, but it only
arp gasps. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to r
nside her would
ams. The same voice from her
little
ened he
chamber, she saw two amber
chi
it
scre
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