lde

just numb; it bit, like thousands of tiny,

in," Auste

-men I had grown up with, men who had sworn to protect the

ring so hard I could barely speak.

dn't meet my eyes. "Orders o

y arm. His g

ice came over the interc

ish. My human strength was nothing compared to a warrior, and my

The silk gave way with a sound like a scream. I was left in my

culture, forced exposure was a sign of total

his voice devoid o

metal bucket. I could smell it before I saw it.

lv

belly with my arms. "Silver will

Silver on a pregnant female?" an older woman

he is a threat!" he barked at the crow

te. He splashed the conte

. It was ice water m

ire; it was the burn of corruption. Silver is anathema to wolves.

where the silver water land

reezing floor. "Austen... why?" I sobbed, my voi

econd, just a microsecond, his arrogance faltered. He

was amplified by the microphone she had

Austen

silver letter opener from a nearby table-how con

her bleeding hand. "She's a witch! She tried to

t Austen needed an excuse. He needed to j

is hesitation vanishing into a cloud of

provocation was a crime. The doubt in the room eva

was seeping into my pores, m

n the crowd shouted. It was one

out of her!" anot

over. They wanted blo

he cooling to maximum," he ordered. "And give her

d another bucket.

he cold and silver. I'm sorry, little one, I tho