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Chapter 1 THE GIRL WITHOUT A WOLF
Seraphina had twisted her fingers together so many times that the silk at her wrists had gone damp. She pressed her palms flat against her skirt. They trembled anyway. She hid them behind her back, then brought them forward again, then gripped her own elbow like someone holding a door shut in a storm. Blackthorn Keep's great hall glittered around her. Noble families stood between the pillars in velvet and silver, talking with the ease of people who had never been made to wait. Near the front, a boy from the Ironmere line let his nails darken into claws and dragged them down the stone. Four pale lines appeared. His friends whooped. Two girls beside him flashed gold eyes at each other, back and forth, laughing. Nobody looked at Seraphina. She had made a talent of that. Her gown was the plainest in the room, gray wool that Rowan had chosen because it would not draw an eye. It scratched at her collarbone. Across the hall, a woman in sapphire satin glanced her way, whispered to her neighbor, and both of them turned a little, the way people turn from a draft. "You're strangling your own arm." Mira Ashbourne appeared at her shoulder with a honey cake in each fist, curls escaping their pins. She pushed one cake into Seraphina's hand. "Eat." "I can't." "It wasn't a question." Mira bit into hers. "If they're going to stare, make them work for it. Chin up. Higher. Higher still. There. You look like a queen who's been served cold soup." The laugh slipped out before Seraphina could stop it. It sounded enormous in her own ears. She glanced around. No one had noticed, and the relief of that was almost as sharp as the shame had been. The warmth lasted until a shadow fell across the cake. Lord Rowan Vale did not greet his niece. He looked her over the way a man checks a horse before a sale, found a loose strand of hair, and tucked it behind her ear with two stiff fingers. "Stand where you are placed," he said. "Speak when spoken to." "Yes, Uncle." His eyes moved across the hall, to the families who would not meet them. "The Vale name is worn thin enough." He walked away. Seraphina looked down and found the cake crushed to paste in her fist. Mira took it from her, wiped her fingers clean with a napkin that seemed to come from nowhere, and glared at Rowan's back with enough heat to scorch velvet. "He can choke on his own collar." "Mira." "I'll say it quieter next time." She did not. She said it again, under her breath, with a few additions, until the corner of Seraphina's mouth gave way against her will. Seraphina turned toward the nearest pillar so her friend would not see her face. The stone was cool against her forehead. She breathed in through her nose, out through her mouth, and counted to four, then to four again, until her eyes stopped stinging. On her sixteenth birthday she had stood in the frost-silvered circle with eleven others. One by one they had dropped to their knees. Bones cracked. Fur broke over skin. Howls rose into the dark, ragged and thrilled. Seraphina had stood in the middle with her bare feet going numb, waiting. The moon crossed the sky. Her skin stayed skin. By dawn the others had gone home to be fed and praised, and the last sound she remembered was Rowan's boots walking away before the sun finished rising. No one had said a word to her. That had been worse than any word. She had walked back to the Vale house alone, carrying her shoes, and found a plate of cold bread on her bed. Nobody had knocked. Nobody had asked if she wanted it. Every unmated wolf of age was required to stand at the mate-bond ceremony. Even her. Especially her, Rowan had said, because her absence would be remarked upon. She knew the odds. The moon did not call wolves like her. And still, under the shame, one small window stayed lit. She hated that window. She could not make herself close it. The bells began, deep and slow, each stroke settling into her chest like a stone dropped into a well. Talk drained out of the hall. In the king's absence the royal priestess climbed the dais in robes the gray of old ash, a scroll in one hand, a silver bowl of moonwater waiting beside her. Under Seraphina's slippers, the marble hummed. She felt it more than heard it, a low note like a cello string drawn in a far room. She looked down. Her pale reflection stared up from the polished floor, and behind it, depth. Too much depth. Something beneath the hall had turned its attention toward her. She knew it the way she knew when someone was reading over her shoulder, and the skin along her arms rose in a slow, creeping wave. "What is it?" Mira whispered. "Nothing." Seraphina had learned that word early. It was the safest one she owned. The priestess began to read. Each name drew a young wolf forward to touch the bowl, and each time the braziers burned their ordinary orange and the wolf returned to the ranks, relieved or crushed, hard to tell which. The Ironmere boy shrugged and grinned. A girl in green silk pressed her lips together and walked back very straight. Seraphina counted names the way she had once counted stars from the Vale garden wall. The list shortened. Her pulse climbed into her throat and lodged there. The hum under her feet rose with it, until her teeth ached and the edges of the candlelight began to swim. Not me. Please, not me. Please, me. Mira's hand found hers and squeezed hard enough to hurt. Seraphina squeezed back. Her friend's palm was sweating too. Somehow that helped more than any speech could have. Across the hall, Rowan stood with his jaw set and his eyes fixed on the dais, not on her. He had already decided how this would end. She could read it in the line of his shoulders. The priestess unrolled the last length of parchment. She hesitated, as though even she distrusted the ink. "Seraphina Vale." A few heads turned, curious. Someone near the pillars snorted. Seraphina's foot lifted from the floor. She had not decided to move. Her body had simply gone, the way a hand goes toward a fire. Every flame in the hall turned blue. Beneath the marble, something whispered her name.
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