THE BRIDE OFFERED TO WOLVES

were still closed, her breathing shallow, but her lips moved once more as the he

fore the Blood

o blank when they've heard something they wish they hadn't. I stood alone in the corridor for a long moment after they'd g

e corridor before the doors

enters her chambers without my permission. She

Alpha has just done something none of them have ever seen him do before. One of them opened his m

ast guard had gone before I

thi

I heard her as c

d. "I'm trying t

to sit quietly in this room while everyone around me decides

es, the same restraint I'd seen from him a dozen times now, the careful distance

I asked, quie

n't k

and somehow that frightened me more than a lie would have. A king who commanded three hundred wolves with a single wor

he door of my chambers again, drawn by voices I wasn't meant to hear, low

already climbing into my throat, and r

knows something. If the Alpha learns the truth before w

tight with fear. "What if the

e never

unters? If they

r problem without a single one of us

hear it through the door. They weren't talking about the pack's hatred anymore, or the wedding, or the treaty

nt directions, careful not to be seen leaving together. I stayed pressed against that wall long after

elf, and I stood close enough to listen while pr

," one of them said, his eyes fixed somewhere pa

s voice had gone flat, da

t know,

ide her door th

oice cracked slightly on the last word. "Whatever came

lose to where I stood, close enough that I could have reached out and touched him, and for one brief moment his eyes found mine before he kept walking, saying nothing, as if speaking might make wh

the last of the dried blood from my finger with a d

king," she

thers. They mean to see me dead before Ka

r a moment before she made hersel

ard voices I can't prove belo

s had an ans

ight spread beneath the surface, further than it had before, curling u

hands we

is before," s

he

amilies burned generations back." Her voice had dropped to almost nothing

ut

emember because my grandmother hid hers, and even she wouldn

ot to expla

dow sha

the air move as it passed, close enough that a shard of glass caught my cheek on its way by. I didn't scream. I do

away from the window, her own breathing ragg

ather, and tied to it, a scrap of parchment, the ink s

fore the ne

pped making sense as words at all, unt

yone else could move. He pulled the arrow free from the wall, feather and message still attached, and we

of color l

d you," he