The whole room held its breath. The hall was so quiet I could hear my pulse beating in my ears. The dagger’s light shimmered weakly in Thorne’s hand, silver against the dull stone walls. He looked at me as if he could already taste the proof he wanted.
I wanted to run. My heart hammered hard, my mouth dry. I could feel my wolf pacing inside me, restless and waiting. The blade hummed with energy that called to something in my blood. It wanted to wake the silver that lived under my skin.
Then Silas’s words came back to me. When you hear the wolves sing under the full moon, follow the sound beyond the river. The path will find you. But more than that, I remembered what else he had said: Hide your light until the moon calls for it. Power shown too early will draw the blade before you can
