tte

shrieked, scrambling backward so

the doorframe in his haste to escape. They fl

ictory. My body was still incredibly weak

fire. I needed a story, a defense, before they came

man curled in the corn

of honor. But she'd lost a political battle, and after I was

obles laughed, locked outside in a winter storm until her lips turned blue, a cup of scalding water thrown over

ell of a sta

d. My legs trembled, barely able to hold my weight. I

was as cold as mine had been, and s

yes remained vacant, lost

something powerful. A lie so profound it

ibs. When I spoke, my voice was clear and firm.

le shift in her empty gaze. Her eyes

ed it against my cheek. "Fe

a ghost. Then slowly, hesitant

ice was a dry,

s me, Mom. I'm better now. But Seraphina-s

burned, and her eyes clouded with raw terror. She shook her head,

aners are already reporting my 'death.' By tonight, Seraphina will know I'm

of her sleeve, a frantic, repetitive motion. For a long, agonizing moment, she said

se, Mom. Please. Who in this Pack has the power

-really looked-and something in her eyes shifted

Lord Regent," she whisper

lpha. A cold, ruthless Lycan. He is the true ruler of the Silverwood Do

d. I repeated the

n arena falling silent at his arrival, a whispered tale

eraphina realized I was alive-before she sent

oing to find Griffith Whitfield. But just getting to him wouldn't be enough. He was a man who valued leverage, not plea

f against the wall. Helena's hand foun

whispered, her

a long way to go, and no

alive. I would crawl through