na Thor

und my arm, hissing as the fabric pressed against the silver burn. The wound w

pertly crafted, the hilt worn smooth from use, the b

er wolf warned, her voice urgent. *His

I had to do. I had to go back. Back to the small, cramped room in the servants'

ad a gnawing suspicion that Gideon's death was no acc

est swallow me as I began the dangerous journey back. I knew the patrol routes, the blind spots

own home. I reached the small, dilapidated building

my old roo

rough scrape of furniture being dragged

lf flat against the wall, peerin

londe hair immediately. I

ted in a petulant scowl as she ripped my meager bel

a thief,* my inner wol

storm in.

ing over my small stool. "What is Dad lookin

ng everything. Bane was looking for somethin

reath, and shov

or, which quickly morphed into her familiar, haughty rage.

g the door behind me with a soft click. My eyes w

Celeste?" My voice was qu

pat, trying to regain her composure

rackled with a pressure that had nothing to do wit

aid. "But let's see who's fas

d drew the silver dagger from my boot. The blade c

silver, her pupils dilated with the instinctual terro

mmered, her voice shaking. "If you ki

k with the flat of the blade. The cold metal against her skin was a violation, an act of do

on't know!" she sobbed. "Dad just said... he said Alpha Gide

. That

blubbering girl who had made my life a living hell for years, and

my voice flat. "And tell your father h