“What’s wrong, Sisi?” my father asked, running up to us slightly out of breath from the chase.
“This...” I mumbled, staring at the sword embedded in the beast’s side. My hands were shaking as I pointed at it. “Did anyone use a sword today?”
I already knew the answer, but I needed to hear it confirmed.
“No,” my father said, frowning. “We used our claws and teeth. That’s not one of ours.”
My stomach turned again, and my wolf thrashed desperately inside my mind. Because I recognized that sword. I’d held it, stared at it, slept next to it and its owner. The intricate engravings on the hilt were as familiar to me as my own reflection.
This was Kane’s sword. The one he’d thrown aside when he shifted to fight the mutated creatures that had attacked us in the woods. The one I’d used to kill t
