(Daciana POV)
I stood before the pack that once called me mother, healer, shield, and Luna, while they waited to see how low I would fall.
Bardolph looked at me with guilt burning behind his golden eyes, but guilt was useless when chained to cowardice.
Hrolf wanted him to reject me from the pack forever, because exile would make my silence easier than imprisonment.
That was when I understood Farkas’s warning about the eastern gate, because my planned exile route had already become a grave path.
Ashina had disappeared, but her lie still moved through the courtyard, wearing other people’s mouths like stolen skin.
Boris stepped forward with another scroll, and I almost laughed because paper had become Blackfang’s favorite weapon against truth.
“Daciana, daughter of no noble house and r
