Vera Cross learned to be quiet in a closet that smelled of cedar and her mother's lavender soap, counting to ten the way her father taught her, while men with her family's blood on them worked through the house. She got as far as six.The man who dragged her out of that closet was Kellen Marrow. He did not finish the job, because something grey and enormous came out of the dark and put him on the ground, and said one word: run.What she took with her was a locket with her mot...

Two years ago he was exiled, which means he no longer has the right to intervene in anything, which is why he is burying a body at two in the morning three miles from where it was left.*I'm not asking you again.*Connor Blackwood keeps his voice low, almost a whisper, because the woods have ears tonight.The dead wolf at his feet weighs more than shame. It weighs forty years of pack law and a brother's silence. He dragged it three miles from the clearing where the enf...

The clinic's fluorescents hum overhead, casting the sickly green that makes even the healthy look two steps from dead. Rosa lies small and still under a white sheet, her curls dark against the pillow, her breath shallow and uneven. The oximeter on her finger blinks ninety-two percent, and it has been too low for a week.The pack doctor has been awake for thirty hours. The blood exchange would kill her. He has seen it happen.There is one thing that works on a wasting curse: t...