eeked of bitter herbs and damp earth, the air thick with the hum of cicadas outside. Moonlight seeped through cr

" Nymeria muttered, her hands steady but her voice f

o raw flesh. "He saw *enough*. What

ft. But witchcraft can be burned away. The curse..." She hesitated, her eyes shadowed. "The c

kles whitening. "Then tell me how to break it.

na, a witch your father wronged. She vowed that every Silverfang female Alpha would die

pha," Thalassa

beneath her collarbone-the mark of Silverfang's line. "The curse doesn't care about titl

and hollow. "He'd soon

ke him l

e despises weakness. I'm an Ome

oof." She gestured to the vial. "Their magic calls to his wolf, even if his pride blind

in the distance. Thalassa st

nto your salves. It'll dull the magic. But the more petals you lose

-

dages. Lysandra's gaze followed her like a hawk, but it was Kaelthar's presence that prickled her

a petal staining the cloth crimson. She shoved it into her po

d, his tone more cur

sa rasped, scr

oesn't

rek's eyes lingered on her pocket, where th

he hissed, her h

h-but a shout cut

at the east

into Thalassa. She fell, her pocket tearing. The petal tum

o.

it an inch from his tr

is brow furrowed. "What

ched her fist around the pet

neck. "Lysandra says you hoard witc

ngers, casting his face in hellish red

el

oice trembling. "To endure pain

eadable. Then he stood, barkin

sa slipped the petal into h

een l

-

her sharpening a stolen

thar in his sleep?" th

d the blade's edge. "If I can't make

grim. "Now you sound

howl split the night-a sound

ls glowed brigh