(Daciana POV)
Blackfang knelt before Ashina like fear had become a king, and every black feather above us glowed with stolen obedience.
I stood in the courtyard wearing servant brown, watching the pack that once rejected me bow to the woman who had destroyed us all.
Ashina’s hand rested on her stomach, and her smile carried the cruel peace of someone who had found the perfect shield.
A child.
Nothing divided wolves faster than a child claimed beneath pack law, especially when the mother stood wounded, beautiful, and publicly wronged.
Bardolph stood beside me, pale and silent, and the living bond between us trembled with shame I did not want to feel.
His shame entered me anyway, hot and ugly, reminding me that his mistake had grown teeth inside another woman’s mouth.
I wanted to hat
