The howls came up through the broken wall.
Not just through air. Through the building itself. Sixty floors of steel and glass and ward lines that had held Wolfe Tower since Kieran's grandfather laid the first stone they vibrated now. In teeth, behind eyes, low and layered. Hundreds of throats that hadn't used throats in years.
Girls.
Elara held Lyra tighter on instinct. Lyra slept now, deeply, her mark dimmed to a faint silver coin, fever finally broken after the blood. Small, even breaths against Elara's collarbone. Kieran's arm around both of them didn't loosen at all.
In the middle of the charred floor where Maeve had been standing, two bracelets lay. Irina's, both and a single white feather that smoked faintly, like it was still burning from the inside.
Lena knelt three feet aw
