t watches me, real still, and somehow that's mo

u've heard," I say, "

d into a dinner party. "Half the pack downstairs thinks Selene Voss crawled straight up

t do you

ing across the room slowl

out. Reddish-brown hair pinned back, not one stran

oks like we'll be spending a lot of time toge

ers in her eyes. Amusement, maybe, or

someone with no name, no pack, an

name. It

that guard did on the road, like she's taking notes in her head. "You

ns. "What's that

" She gives m

notice a lot, It's how I keep

read, broth, a cup of water. She sets it down without looking at me

ays, watching the door shut. "Words

't done

a death this whole pack still hasn't gotten over. Fear doesn't need facts, It just n

s finally giving out from being tired, and pick at the b

Alpha," I say, careful. "

ing guarded slides ac

ying to understand

ng it healed from something it never actually healed from," she says. "

eady know. Even though hearing it from her mouth is like

ther was murdered. The woman who did it was executed. It'

and I mean it more t

her eyes don't match that careless tone at all. They're tight and watchful. "What matters

to be a proble

"Word of advice, Selene. Whatever you're hiding....And you are hiding something, I can smell it even if I can't name it yet, bu

ied. Like she already knows exac

a threa

with the same thin smile. "La

d her, and I sit there in the quiet with my

l up on top of the blankets, still wearing Torin's cloak, too tired and too on edge to actually undress

how long I'm

ces outside my d

the halls unsupervised, Ca

at I'm doi

plete stranger in the room right next to Mara's old chambe

enough that I hold my brea

y, voice low, almost too quiet to catch. "Something

what worries m

heart going so hard I'm sure they could

wake up for the first time since the grave. Reaching, strainin