Anna remained sitting in the tent outside the trading post, eyes closed and hands together on the plain table. Only a few hours ago, her father had been sitting here and planning the attack now that they were on the last leg of the march to Tahoe Village.How things had changed. Now Anna sat here alone, Alpha gone, Luna gone, and the army looking around for a leader to replace them. Michael might be impressed by the change in her spirit, but most of the Rokley pack and sister packs hadn't gotten a chance to see or speak to her. Most of them still thought she was the same pampered, fragile princess she had pretended to be all her life.That was her fault. She had been the one to do that to herself, putting on the delicate front so everyone would rush to her side and help her, cherish her, baby her. Back then, she had thought to be loved was better than to be respected, or perhaps that they were the same things.Or maybe she had known she could never get the respect Beth did, so she had
"That's a far deductive leap for you to take," she said, voice frosty and giving nothing away. "Is it perhaps that you knew before you even asked me that? Or maybe I'm only letting you think the situation is so. You can know nothing for certain."The man chuckled. "You remind me of someone else I know, with that sharpness. Except you're even thornier if that can be believed. But make no mistake, it's a valuable quality to be so cautious. I respect and appreciate it. Then how about this? You can simply keep me captive here for as long as it takes to prove myself useful.""Useful? So you think you can do something about the situation, if there is a situation? Strange. Very presumptive of your value.""That's fair. Then here's a concession. If I can't be actively useful to you, you can keep me captive to make sure any intelligence I gather fails to make it back to whoever might have tasked me to come here. Is that a fair deal?""You make it sound like there was going to be a choice at al
Anna had pretended not to trust him, saying she needed time to think about whether she would take Adrian Heether at his word. But the truth was that she had no choice. Her mother and father were both gone, Adrian was telling her Beth might still be in danger, and even Anna herself was being set up for a trap.She had no choice but to trust this lead. If nothing else, she would use this chance to prove whether he was ally or enemy, and if he was an enemy, she would use him against whoever had sent him, either viciously interrogate him for the truth or stake his decapitated head on the outer grounds as a warning.Or something like that. Anna had been vicious with words all her life, and her mind was so numb to verbal cruelties thanks to her own personality that she didn't blink an eye at insults and insidious sayings, but she had never turned to physical cruelty. The thought made her stomach turn.In the meantime, she was scribbling down as many notes as she could manage in the short ti
Anna had heard before that habitual mistrust spoke more of one's own nature than the motives of others. And maybe that was true, since all her childhood and adolescence, she had meticulously abused the trust she cultivated and garnered in everyone around her. She'd had no compunction about smiling prettily at someone then stabbing them in the back in the blink of an eye. Especially those who hadn't deserved it.If she could go back and make different choices now, she would be a far different person than who she was today... But that said, it gave her insight into the dark nature of others, too. People who were just like how she used to be, how she could have been had she not been humbled and set on a different path.Like Adrian Heether, or so he called himself. There was no way to verify his identity and it was an idiot's move to trust him blindly, but in particular, Anna's instincts told her there was something about him that didn't add up.But what could she do about it? If she igno
"Daniel...""Beth. We talked about this already. I'm not letting you go alone.""I just have a bad feeling. This isn't safe. We had to risk our lives going to Pandemonium in the first place because you were in danger. I don't want to lose you after I've just gotten you back.""I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here." Daniel took her hand and placed her palm over his chest. "Do you feel that?"Beth swallowed. Fear still reverberated in her like a struck drum, and the vibrations refused to leave her no matter how she tried to reassure herself. "I feel it. It feels strong. But it's got nothing to do with your heart. What if you really do have convulsions like he said you might? All those symptoms he said might appear -- I can't drag you back all the way there alone!""You won't have to. You won't, Beth. Come here." He held out his arms, and she fell into his embrace.They were in the pass again. The snow had abated but there was no telling when the storm would pick up again; the fierce w
Daniel mumbled in his sleep, hands flexing and curling as he grabbed at imaginary wisps in his dreams."Come back," he rambled. "Come back, I can't see you. I can't see you!"His eyes were open, but when he grabbed Beth's hands as she struggled to peel the covers back, there was no light of recognition in his eyes. There was only bright panic and a too-strong gleam that made her heart sink. She wrested one hand free to press it to his forehead, and sure enough, the burning heat of it made her yank her hand back."You're burning up!" she cried. "Oh, Moon Goddess. I need to cool you down. I'll open the window! Daniel, let go!""Come back. Come back, I can't... I've been looking for you for so long but you weren't there. I looked everywhere, I swear it. I must have gone miles...""I'm right here, Daniel! Please wake up. Please!"He wasn't going to let her go. She gave up and moved closer, but what could she do? If she threw herself over him, he would only overheat, but fanning him with w
He couldn't miss his last dose. Marten had stressed how important it was to take every single one no matter what, and that if Daniel couldn't finish the treatment then it was better not to start it at all. Too late for that. Beth would get him to down the last one even if she had to pry open his mouth and have him drink it drop by drop.And that was exactly what she had to do. He had yet to say a coherent word since he had fallen into that fevered sleep, and he had fallen further into distant ramblings she could make neither heads nor tails of. His delusions were getting worse. The only thing that seemed to help was talking back to him whenever he mistook her for someone new, so she held his hands tight and played along so he could at least have that peace of mind even if his body continued to rebel.She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run out into the snow and demand that everyone find something to heal him with. Marten couldn't be the only medical professional aro
The thick, ominous fog that had filled her mind a second ago at the Moon Goddess's demand departed in a flash. The instant Daniel opened his eyes and saw her, truly saw her, Beth let out a choked scream and threw herself upon him. Terrified that she had fallen asleep and was dreaming herself, her exhausted mind conjuring up delusions of a healthy Daniel, she didn't dare even cry against him. What if that dissipated this fragile illusion? What if the slightest sound, the smallest disturbance broke up this searing happiness, and she woke up to discover Daniel hadn't made it?Only when he patted her back with a struggling grunt did she finally give herself a chance to let out the stifled emotions. The tears came fast and hard as words bubbled out of her throat, scolding ones to Daniel for terrifying her and for leaving Marten when he should have stayed behind, grateful ones right on their heels as she thanked him for being strong enough to survive, for making it through the night and be