However fast I had driven from Dun Shiftin to the Hokkai Pack Lodge, I managed to do it faster on the way back. I didn’t even know which of my men was hurt. In a way, it didn’t matter, they were all equally precious to me and the thought of losing any one of them was more than I could stand. They were my men. They were my mates.

The violent hurt that tore at my insides now made that point abundantly clear; they were my mates. It didn’t matter if the whole damn world was arrayed against us, it didn’t matter how much their people disapproved of me or how many traditional werewolves tried to kill me, we would find a way because we had to. Because love always finds a way and to walk away from it is like cutting off an arm. Any reservations I might have had about being in a long-term relationship with them had evaporated so quickly that just to think back on how I had thought a mere day ago seemed ludicrous to me.

How could I have ever thought that I could not trust these men who were willing to give up their lives for me?

How had I ever thought that they might treat me as anything other than an equal? How had I ever imagined that I might have the strength to walk away from men I loved so deeply?

I could never have left them, but was one of them about to leave me.

An ambulance was already outside Dun Shiftin when I skidded to a halt in a spray of gravel and jumped out.

Jackson was at the door, his face drained of color. The front of his shirt had been shredded by claws and was soaked with blood, there was a long gash in his forearm that a paramedic was actively stitching up, and numerous other cuts, scratches and bruises littered his body. And yet, I sensed that none of these wounds were responsible for his pallor, or the look on his face.

He looked up as I ran over. “Jackson…?”

I didn’t need to finish the sentence for him to answer back. “Upstairs. It’s Colt.”

There was a deadness in his voice that made my stomach contract.

I started to go inside then turned back. “I’m glad you’re…”

“I know. Go.”

I raced inside and up the stairs. The place was absolute chaos. Not a stick of furniture seemed to have survived, bannisters were broken and blood spattered the walls. I saw Clarke, who had already received medical attention and was now sunk in a squat with his back against the wall and his eyes trained on the floor. Three livid cuts marred his cheek, still wet with blood though they had been stitched up – they would leave scars. His right pant leg had been cut off to give the paramedics access and I could see where they treated a colossal wolf bite in his thigh. Like Jackson, his body seemed a welter of smaller injuries. I touched him on the shoulder as I passed and our eyes met, making no words necessary. He squeezed my hand and pointed to a room from which paramedics were constantly coming and going.

I summoned up what courage I had left after a long night, and went in.

The paramedics surrounded the bed on which Colt lay. The frantic activity that followed traumatic injury seemed to have passed and they were now just trying to keep him stable, get enough blood back into him and keep him alive. I crept closer, listening to the horrid mixture of beeps and whirrings and half-heard sentences.

“…bleeding out somewhere…”

“… internal…”

“…fading fast…”

“…blood type…”

“…too late…”

I don’t think they even noticed me as I reached the head of the bed and looked down at the figure that barely seemed to be the Colt I knew. He looked drained of blood, his body beaten, raw and broken, his eyes glazed and sightless, as if he no longer had the strength to animate anything but his heart, that barely flickering organ keeping him on tick-over.

“Colt…” I murmured.

I wouldn’t have thought it was loud enough for him to hear, but as I spoke, his eyes moved and focused on me. An almost smile managed to turn up the corners of his mouth, a vague echo of the bright smile that I knew and loved.

“We won,” he managed, before he seemed to slip back into that holding state that his body had adopted.

Now, the paramedics looked at me. Perhaps they might have been angry at me disturbing their patient, but they saw the tears in my eyes.

“That’s the best sign yet,” one said. “Can you stay with him?”

Could I? Let them try to tear me away.

I sat by Colt’s bedside, listening to the machine beep that indicated his heart still beat. As long as his did, then mine could continue.

Jackson came in to join me, standing by my side, a hand on my shoulder.

“A bunch of them had the drop on Clarke and I when we were trying to secure the landing. He was safe. He didn’t have to help. But he took them all on. Saved our lives.” His strong voice was almost at breaking point. “You know he’ll never let us forget this. Every argument from here on in he’ll win by reminding us that he saved our lives. You hear that, Colt? You can hold this over us forever.” He paused a moment, breathing steadily to keep control. “You wouldn’t want to miss that.”

Jackson and Clarke came and went as the day wore through and turned into another night, while I sat by Colt, unwilling to leave his side.

“You know,” Clarke stood by the window, staring out, “all that woodland – you could build a nice house in the grounds here. Something a bit cozier than this old pile.”

“Just don’t let Colt do the electrics, right?” I tried to smile.

Clarke nodded. “Damn right. Your father would never forgive us if we burned his estate down.” He looked out the window again. “I don’t think I’d want to live here. But a nice weekend home. That would be something. A place big enough for four.” He glanced back toward the bed. “You got that, Colt? Four.”

On the second night, I drifted off to sleep, exhaustion simply becoming too much for me. When I awoke, dawn was starting to break, dispelling the darkness from the room, and by that early morning light I saw Colt move.

“Colt!” I gasped. I ran to the door and called for the doctors before rushing back to my man’s side.

Colt looked up at me. “I ache all over.”

“Good,” I said, and kissed him.

He looked up at me. “I’ll be honest with you, Bailey, I think a kiss is all I can manage for now. But give me an hour or so and I will rock your world.”

I laughed.

It took longer than an hour for Colt to recover, but once he had, he kept his promise.

Things had continued to move while my own world seemed frozen between a chance of heaven and total devastation. The body of Farley Castleford was discovered in Kenai territory and, after some cursory investigation, the police ruled it as an accidental death. There were those who pointed out it did not look all that accidental, but the police pointed out that his death was the result of a chain of unpredictable events, which is as close to the definition of an accident as you could get.

All four of the city’s Pack Leaders had embarked on a campaign against The Brotherhood, rooting out sympathizers and putting them on trial. This was not a very ‘werewolf’ thing to do but it was clever. Under public questioning, the flaws and prejudices in The Brotherhood’s philosophy were exposed to the harsh light of the legal system. Their followers began to fall away, and the sudden loss of their main financial backer was the final nail in their unpleasant coffin. Good riddance to them.

I had to admit that it was a relief to find them gone, even though I had given up the lifestyle that had so infuriated them; no more partying and hooking up with random human males for this werewolf chick. That said, the new life on which I had embarked would probably have angered them even more, and even with The Brotherhood gone, there were rumblings of dissatisfaction when the daughter of a Pack Leader announced that she was mated to three humans and was settling down with them. But those rumblings were unlikely to be heard over the growling of my father, who made his feelings on the matter very clear; he was proud of his little girl.

Once again, and again without intending it, I had become a poster girl for werewolf feminism, but I had taken a step further. There had always been wolf girls who sought out human males for a bit of fun, but settling down with them as mates was new, it was exciting and it felt like a blow for freedom. The fact that a daughter of a Pack Leader could do this would make it more acceptable for other females in the future, and while I had never set out to make a political point – I just wanted to be with my guys – I was kind of proud to have made one. If you can do a little good by people, by doing a little good by yourself, then what the hell; everyone’s a winner.

Even more surprising was the reaction from Hobton.

“Look at this.” Jackson came into the bedroom in our city apartment one morning, holding a letter.

I took it from him, casually casting an eye over his body as he went. The guys had fully endorsed the werewolf habit of nudity at home, but even when surrounded by it, I never ceased to be amazed by the beauty of their bodies.

“What is it?” asked Colt, brushing off the sheet and showing the scar across his chest that was all that now remained of his brush with death.

“It’s from Hobton,” I said, scanning the letter with wide eyes. “They want you to come visit. And bring me with you.”

“They go on to ask if we would consider a marriage ceremony,” Jackson couldn’t contain himself.

“A marriage ceremony?” Clarke was stunned. “They know she’s a wolf, right?”

“I think so.”

“‘We understand that wolves do not get married’,” I read from the letter, “‘But it would mean a lot to your friends and family if you could have just the blessing, so we can welcome your mate into our world. It will not be easy for anyone, but first steps never are, and perhaps we can all learn something from your example’.”

“I’m an example?” Colt wondered.

“You’re an example of something,” Clarke nodded.

“We could have a place in the city, a place in Hobton and the house at Dun Shiftin when we’re done building it,” enthused Jackson, as bright and full of bounce as I had ever seen him.

“I can’t believe it,” I said, still staring. “Wolf Takers want me in their family.”

“Times change.”

“I know,” I nodded. Then I bit back a grin. “It’s just…are you guys worried that the sex won’t be as good if it’s not forbidden anymore?”

My men came to me, eyes alight, hands caressing, lips and tongues seeking out the sensitive areas of my body as I lay back on the bed.

“How about we find out?” suggested Jackson.

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The pain came first. An ache in my chest like an icy fist resided there.

I forced myself to open my eyes, but it felt as though I hadn’t woken from the nightmares that had been plaguing me since I fell asleep.

With a groan, I flicked my gaze around the cell and found nothing new; I had this place committed to memory now. It felt as though I’d been trapped in here a lifetime, but it had only been four or five days. Though a lifetime in here wasn’t off the table yet…

I got to my feet, the shackles around my ankles clanking loudly, stretching my hands above my head and doing my best to work out the kinks in my muscles, but they still ached with every movement I made. I hadn’t been able to shift the whole time I was here – the six-by-six of my cell was too small for that, and I didn’t want to damage property on top of everything else that I’d done – but being trapped in this skin, in my human skin, was starting to drive me a little crazy. Ever since I’d first shifted all those years ago, I hadn’t gone more than a day or two without doing it. It was the only way I could cling on to that side of myself, to remind myself that I was as much animal as human, to stretch and feel the freedom my wolf form offered.

But they had locked me up in here to make sure that I couldn’t do anything of the sort, and they all knew just how dangerous that was. It felt as though my muscles were beginning to curdle under my skin, my bones growing thick and heavy and weighing me down. I didn’t feel right. Some half of me was missing, and they knew how painful it was to be stuck in my human shape for this long without reprieve.

I inhaled a great lungful of air, hoping it would clear my head, but instead was met with the choking stench of damp and rat droppings. I wasn’t sure how long ago this place had been built, but it hadn’t been cleaned since it was constructed and it was dank, disgusting and falling apart. Too bad that, despite it’s disrepair, the stone walls that kept me in were thick and heavy and not going anywhere; I should know, since I’d spent my first few days in this place clawing at them, screaming for someone to let me out, begging for some sort of release.

No one heard me. Or if they did, no one came to my rescue.

I paced back and forth in the cell, trying to work off the nervous energy that was pulsing through my system from not having shifted in the past few days. I was still half-asleep, fatigued by the indolence of the last week, and it wasn’t until I heard a cluster of voices outside that I remembered what day it was. I came to a standstill, eyes wide, and pricked my ears to try and make out what was being said; today was the day they were coming for me. Today was the day I couldn’t avoid my fate any longer.

In truth, I would have taken anything to get out of that cage for a while, although what was waiting for me would likely be just as bad. I couldn’t make out the details of what anyone out there was talking about but I didn’t need to – I knew that it concerned me. That was all anyone had been discussing around here the last week since my capture. I couldn’t blame them.

I began pacing again, trying to work out the kinks in my human muscles. I could feel the beast inside me, sense it snorting and pawing impatiently at the ground as it waited for me to finally give in to what I wanted and shift. But I couldn’t. Where the hell would I go? This damp, dank cage was specifically meant to keep in people like me, and even if I shifted right as they opened the door to take me out, I would be facing off against at least another dozen wolves who were better fed, better rested, and better prepared than I was. It would have been a suicide mission, one that I didn’t want any part of.

I placed a hand flat on one of the stones in front of me, letting the coolness of the brick calm me down a little. It had always worked, ever since I was young – touching something natural, something that came from the real world, made me feel better. I could make out the curves and contours of the stone beneath my fingers, just like I had done a dozen times before with wood or water or moss. I loved the way it felt, the unpredictability of the pattern rich under my hand. For a moment, I could forget the act that I was locked in this godforsaken place, could forget that I honestly didn’t know if I was ever going to see my freedom again, and pretend that I was somewhere far distant, a forest a hundred miles from here, running alongside a river, the cool stones under the pads of my paws as I ran and I ran and I ran-

I was whipped from my reverie by the sound of the door scraping open before me, and I blinked against the light that came pouring through – I felt thirsty for the sun, and moved towards the door, staring up into it for a moment before I realized who was standing there in front of me.

“Cora?” I asked, my voice sounding half-choked in my throat. She didn’t reply but I knew it was her. I knew her form almost as well as I knew my own, we’d spent so much time together over the years. Long blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail to keep it up off her face, pale blue eyes that shone in the early morning light, the exact opposite to me in almost every way. My best friend. Well, not any longer.

“Hi,” I greeted her awkwardly. I had no idea what to say to her given our current situation.

I knew what she had to do as well as she did, and that she had no choice in the matter, but it felt profoundly wrong not to be able to joke around with her as we had always done. I had known her since the two of us were kids and now she could barely even look me in the eye.

My heart twisted and I felt another stab of sadness in my chest. I knew she couldn’t treat me the way she used to, but that didn’t mean the memories of everything we’d shared together over the years vanished from my mind. I could still remember her goofy laugh, all those nights we’d sat up late whispering to each other across the bedroom, the discoveries we’d made together. And now…nothing.

She was dressed in her uniform, I noticed, as she went to undo the shackles around my ankles. The uniform that meant that the two of us couldn’t so much as exchange a greeting without getting her branded as a traitor as well. She kept her gaze firmly down, as though she couldn’t bear to look me in the eye, and I wondered what I would have done in her situation, if it were her in these shackles instead.

Her fingers brushed up against me for a moment as she went to undo my bindings, and I realized it was the first human contact I’d had in days. Tears pricked my eyes. And how long would I be in here if they found me guilty?

I dashed them away with the back of my hand as Cora stood up again and took my elbow. She finally looked at me, and I saw a hint of something behind her eyes. Maybe it was sadness, maybe even anger, but she wiped it away at once and pointed to the door.

“Come on, you need to get cleaned up,” she muttered, her voice passive.

The snow outside was thick on the ground and the air was icy cold, but the sun was glimmering down above us and I tilted my head back to take it in for a moment, glad to bathe in natural light for a change instead of being stuck up in that place. Cora paused for a moment, and I turned to her, finding her regarding me with that expression once more.

“Whatever happens, I forgive you,” I murmured, keeping my voice low enough that not even the most attuned listeners in the pack could have caught us. Cora’s mouth tightened and she blinked, but she didn’t say a word back. Instead, she straightened her shoulders and marched me up towards the enormous stone keep where I would meet my fate. We ducked inside and I was glad for the warmth. I needed my fur in this weather.

“In there.” She nodded to a door at the end of the corridor we’d just entered. “Go take a shower.”

She led me down the corridor, and I stumbled a couple of times, my feet feeling dangerous below me as I tried to get used to walking more than three feet at a time once more. She pushed me gently into the room, still showing these tiny hints of tenderness that told me she was as sorry about this as I was, and then closed the door behind me. I hurried to the shower, glad to be able to wash some of the grime and dirt of the last few days off of me. I switched it on and climbed beneath the roasting water, scrubbing at my skin gratefully and wondering how long it might be until I was allowed a shower again after this.

I didn’t blame Cora for any of this. Because if she showed even the slightest leniency towards someone like me, she would lose her standing in the pack just like that and would probably be subject to the same treatment I was currently victim of. But then, she would never have ended up in the mess that I was in. Because she was much more cautious than me…always had been. And she knew as well as I did exactly what punishment I would face if I was convicted of high treason.

High treason.

The words sounded almost archaic to me, like they didn’t belong in this day and age, and yet here I was, about to be tried for it – maybe even killed for it. I scrubbed my head hard, as though trying to wash those thoughts away. Death wasn’t the only punishment for treason – I could end up imprisoned for life, as well. Though the thought of being trapped up in one of those tiny cages for the next few decades was…no. I couldn’t do it. I would rather die. If that’s what it came to, I would take matters into my own hands and finish myself off. A life like that one wasn’t worth living, a life where I couldn’t access a fundamental part of who I was.

I was screwed unless I could change the minds of everyone else in the clan, and, judging by Cora’s demeanor, that wasn’t likely. I finished up my shower and climbed into the clothes that had been laid out for me, a prisoner’s uniform, all deep, dreary grey and utilitarian. As soon as I had done the last button up, there was a knock at the door, and it opened a moment later.

“It’s time,” Cora announced, and I noticed that she was flanked by a couple of guards. Did they really think that I was going to try and make a break for it, surrounded by everyone else in this place? I followed them out of the room, and then down and along what felt like endless corridors until we finally arrived in the courtroom. Cora opened the door, and the buzz of voices that had filled the cavernous stone-walled space suddenly fell silent as I followed her inside.

The entire clan was here. I recognized each one, had interacted with them all at some point or another over the years, and now here they were to cast judgment on me. To condemn me to a life that I couldn’t live, that none of us could live. Cora took my arm and guided me to the one free seat in the enormous, ancient room. The one all by itself, separate from the rest. I sat down and forced myself to look up at the man who was about to decide my fate.

Malcolm Kellum. His eyes were icy-sharp and bright blue as he stared down at me from the lofty seat he had over the entire room; his grey-white hair was perfectly in place, the same color it was when he shifted to his wolf form. He had been alpha around these parts for as long as most anyone could remember, and I doubted there was much in this world that could have dragged that position away from him. I tried to read the expression on his face but he was pointedly impassive, like he knew how much I wanted to know what he was thinking and wasn’t going to give me the pleasure. He got to his feet slowly, like a monarch, and all eyes in the room turned to watch him. The entire place seemed to pulse with the silence before he spoke, but finally, he did.

“Arianna Kellum, you are charged with high treason. How do you plead?”

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and then spoke.

“Guilty, father.”

Chapter Two

His jaw stiffened but he only nodded in response. He looked like Cora did, his expression somewhere between sadness and anger. But I knew this trial had only just begun – pleading guilty was the start of it. They were going to make an example out of me whether I liked it or not.

“Commence questioning.”

My father waved his hand and slumped back in his seat, as though he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. A man stood up next to him – I recognized him as Rand Charles, who had been one of the many to teach me the history of shifting over my years in the clan – and came down the steps towards me.

The makeshift courtroom was still deathly quiet, like a grave, save for the sound of his footsteps echoing off the stone walls around us. He finally arrived in the box with me, pausing next to me for a moment and looking into my eyes before he spoke. There was no hint of apology or sadness at what he was about to do. I imagined that, like the rest of them, he really believed I deserved this.

Maybe I did.

“So you plead guilty to releasing one of our political enemies, is that correct?” he asked, a sneer audible in his voice. I met his gaze steadily, letting him know that I wasn’t going to let him intimidate or humiliate me.

“I do,” I replied, and there was another flurry of whispering around the court. What had they expected me to say? They all knew what I was here for, what I had done. And I would do it all again in an instant if it meant sparing the life of an innocent child.

“A MacLaren, no less?” Rand continued.

I nodded again. “That is correct.”

The man looked away from me and shook his head in something that looked like disgust, and I fought the urge to lean forward and slap that expression off his face. How dare he pull that face at the thought of a boy?

James MacLaren was a child. A child. That was the thought I hadn’t been able to shake from my head, ever since we took him hostage. I knew that the feuds with the MacLarens went back further than I could ever really know or understand, but that didn’t mean that we were required to abuse their child-folk just to make things right. I couldn’t imagine anything as foul as stealing that kid and using him as a pawn in a political game.

James was twelve, maybe thirteen, and every time I saw him being moved from one cell to another, I could see the terror etched on his face. He truly believed that he was going to die here. He looked so very young, so very childlike – I wondered if he had so much as had his first shift yet. If he would ever experience that after we were done with him. But I could at least pretend it wasn’t happening as long as I knew he was unharmed. Many of the others in my pack felt as uncomfortable about having him as I did, but they also knew that the son of the clan’s chief would give us the political leverage that we needed to move this stupid land feud along. He had been safe, if scared…until it happened.

I wasn’t on the inside of the political machinations of the clan, no matter how much I tried to convince my father that I should have been, but even I was unable to avoid the stories that sprung from the latest delivery from the MacLarens.

I supposed my father had an inkling as to what it was when it arrived – a small, sturdy wooden box that was delivered by hand and left outside the walls of the keep. I had a bad feeling about it as soon as I saw it being whisked away and into my father’s quarters; call it a sixth sense, but there was blood in that box, metaphorically and maybe literally. I made sure I was nearby when it was delivered and, while I didn’t see what was inside, the rumors moved fast in a community like this one and it didn’t take long for me to figure it out.

A head. Not just a head – the head of one of our finest men named Ansel. He had been one of my father’s closest companions growing up and I supposed the MacLarens must have known that, because they swiped him when he was out for a run one evening and had held him hostage ever since.

I could still remember the look on my father’s face when he came crashing out of his living quarters; I couldn’t tell whether he was more angry or devastated, but I knew that whatever he had seen in there had changed him profoundly and for good. He had seen a lot of violence in his time – who among us had not? – but the head of his best friend delivered to him in a box like some kind of twisted gift was something else entirely. It was hideous. It was monstrous. It was the kind of statement that a man like my father couldn’t ignore or take lightly. He had to do something about it. And his advisers were all too happy to point him in the direction of the boy we still had in captivity.

I listened in at the door to find out what they were going to do to him as soon as I gleaned that his name had been thrown around as a potential way to wreak revenge on the people who had done this to Ansel. I felt my heart clench with terror at the thought. I couldn’t allow them to do that, not to some innocent child. Yes, he was part of their clan, but he was too young to know anything, to have done anything. If we let him go now, perhaps he would show us leniency in the future. Perhaps it was a way for us to begin to rebuild something between the two clans once more. But I knew they would never listen to me. I needed to free James myself, and I needed to do it before they could commit the same hideous act on him that their enemies had committed against our friend Ansel.

I supposed Cora may have guessed what was on my mind, since she seemed keen to dissuade me from whatever it was I was leaning towards.

“You won’t do anything stupid, will you?” she asked me as we returned from a run one evening. “You won’t…get yourself into trouble?”

“Of course not,” I lied to her, knowing that I was being untruthful, but unwilling to implicate her in my plan. I knew I would be punished for it, and harshly, but I had to release that boy. The thought of a child as small and slight as he was being beheaded just to make a point was too much to bear. I could look the other way on a lot of the shit that had gone down as part of this ridiculous war, but that was a step too far, even for me. I needed to put a stop to it. It was the only thing I could do to live with myself in clear conscience.

I snuck to his cell in the middle of the night, pulled back the grate, and left the door open for him; I made sure he did not see me at work, in the vain hopes that I might get away with this kind of action, but someone must have, for a mere day later I was cast into the very same cell myself and left to rot. But I knew the child was safe – I had watched him, hurrying up to my room at the top of one of the towers of the keep and keeping a careful eye on him as he fled from his cell in the dead of night and into the woods, no doubt back to his family and friends. The ones who could keep him safe. As soon as he was gone, I felt something tighten in my chest as I realized that I may have given up my freedom for a boy who probably hated me and my family.

Had it been worth it?

“And you dare sit here, in front of the entire clan, and not show a single jot of remorse?” he demanded, gesturing up to the crowds around us and shaking his head at my apparent insolence. “You must understand how betrayed we all feel by your choice, Arianna.”

“I do.” I lowered my head and closed my eyes for a moment, so aware of all the gazes bearing down on me.

“Can you at least offer the people here an apology for your actions? For the actions that endangered the well-being of the entire clan?”

I met his gaze as steadily as I could, and knew in my heart that I should just apologize. Maybe things would be different if I told them I recognized what I’d done was wrong and told them I would take it back if I could. Maybe I would get an ounce of the leniency that I so desperately craved. But I knew that what I had done wasn’t wrong. Two wrongs didn’t make a right, no matter how badly they wanted to believe otherwise.

I kept my mouth firmly shut, and the longer my silence went on, the deeper it seemed to weigh on everyone in the room. The place filled with whispers and I didn’t dare look around, knowing that they probably hated me even more now that I had refused to answer. But I knew I had to say something.

“I’m sorry if I put any of you in danger,” I began, my voice filling the room and flattening the rest of the noise around me. “But he was a child, a victim of this war as much as any of us, and I couldn’t in good faith let him die for it. I would do it again if I had to.”

I glanced up at my father and saw his face crumple at once – it was just for the briefest second, but it was enough for me to know that he had prayed with all his heart that I would offer him something that he could base my reprieve on. But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I had to stand by what I had done and would do so another thousand times should I have to. He drew himself to his feet and held his hand up, and the room silenced itself once more.

“I sentence the accused to exile,” he announced, not meeting my gaze.

The word took a second to settle into my head – exile? I had assumed death was the only punishment for what I’d done. But exile was worse. Exile was the cruelest thing he could have done to me or anyone in this room, and the flurry of gasps that followed his announcement let me know that I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. My entire world had shifted on its axis, my life turning upside-down in a moment. I couldn’t leave the clan. It was all I had ever had…all I knew.

“The sentence is effective immediately,” he continued, forcing himself to look away from me, as though meeting my gaze would have been too much to bear, even for him. Even after everything he’d done, he knew that what he was doing to me now, doing to his own daughter, was darker than all of it.

I felt two sets of hands on my arms, dragging me backwards, and for the first time I actually began to put up a fight. My words were trapped in my throat but that didn’t matter – I threw elbows, kicking my legs up, trying to scramble and wriggle out of their control. I wouldn’t stand for this. I couldn’t.

“No!” I yelled up to him. “Please, don’t-”

But before I could finish what I was saying, I was being dragged from the hall and out into the courtyard. I passed Cora as I went, and her eyes were wide as they met mine – she was as stunned by my sentence as I was, that much was clear. The air was cold and crisp but now felt frozen and intimidating instead of welcoming and fresh. I was being led to the gates, to the gates that led to a world outside this clan, a world that I never thought I would have to face without their backing.

I turned to one of the guards on my arm, a man around my age. “Don’t do this…”

“I don’t have a choice,” he replied, but I could hear the regret in his voice, like he knew how much this must be hurting me. I could hardly blame him. The punishment would be at least as severe as my own if he dared disobey orders from on high.

My head sank to my chest as they scraped the gate open, and then heaved me over the threshold.

As soon as the gate closed behind them, I felt it – I had heard tell of it before that moment but had never really thought that I would have to face something so unthinkable. A severing, that was the best way to describe it. After all those years in the clan, all those bonds I’d formed were cut off at once. It felt as though I had been cast adrift, every connection I’d made over the last twenty-two years ripped out from beneath me just like that. I wondered, briefly, if it hurt them, too – but soon, the pain overwhelmed me, the weight of what had just happened bearing down on me, and I fell to my knees in the snow, dropping the pack that they had given me to keep me alive to the ground next to me.

Tilting my head back and letting out a long, low howl, I felt it happen, that familiar tug at the bottom of my stomach. Before I knew it, I had shifted, vanishing into a form that couldn’t feel the intensity of the agony of leaving behind everything I had ever known.

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