The Prey
The second I lied to the Alpha Council, I realized I wasn’t afraid.
That should have terrified me.
“Say it again,” Alpha Dorian Voss said from the head of the long table. He smiled the way wolves smile before the bite. “Slowly, girl. So the whole council can hear what a Gamma thinks she’s worth.”
I stood on the cold stone floor of the Council Hall in the dress my mother had forced me into. It was white, the color of a bride or a sacrifice. Along the wall, my family sat in a neat row. My mother stared at her hands. My uncle stared at me. And my brother Corin, the golden son, the future Alpha of the Hale line, stared at the floor like it might open up and swallow him.
Nobody looked at the empty chair at the end of the table.
That was my father’s chair. Three days ago, they had dragged him out of it in chains.
“I said,” I repeated, and my voice came out steady, “that I refuse to marry you.”
A ripple went through the hall. Somebody gasped. Somebody else laughed.
Voss’s smile thinned. “Your father is accused of selling the pack’s border defenses to our enemies. The evidence is overwhelming. The punishment is death, and the disgrace falls on every Hale who breathes.” He spread his scarred hands. “I am offering you a mercy. Become my mate, and I will let your family keep their name. Your brother keeps his claim to the Hale Alpha seat. Your mother keeps her home. All for one small, quiet girl who has never even managed to shift.”
There it was. Never even managed to shift. Nineteen years old, and every wolf in the room could smell the truth on me: no beast under my skin, only silence. A Gamma-born, wolfless nothing.
I looked down at my left wrist.
The silver line was still there, pale as a scar, creeping a little farther up my arm every week. The healer had measured it last month and gone white in the face. Three hundred days, she had whispered. Maybe fewer. I’ve never seen a wasting like this, child. I don’t know what’s eating you.
Three hundred days. And lately, something else had started to go too. My fear. My grief. Even my anger had begun to feel like a song heard through a wall. Whatever was killing me was hollowing me out first.
It turned out that made me very, very good at standing in front of monsters.
“Mother,” I said. “Corin. Is this really what you want?”
My mother flinched. My brother’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t lift his eyes.
That was my answer.
“Then I’ll offer the council a different payment,” I said, and turned to face the wolves who ruled my world. “I invoke the Prey Contract.”
The silence that followed was so complete I could hear the candle flames hiss.
Then the whole hall erupted.
“She can’t!”
“That’s a death sentence!”
“Sit down, girl, you don’t know what you’re asking!”
But I did. Every pack child knew the whispers about Silvercrest Academy, the great black fortress in the northern pines where the Alpha heirs were trained to rule. Every year it opened its gates to a handful of commoners, the “Prey,” who signed away their protection in exchange for a chance at a better life. Every year, at the end of term, the heirs hunted them through the forest.
Nobody talked about how many came back.
But nobody could refuse a contract either. It was the oldest law of the Council. A Prey who entered Silvercrest willingly could ask for a debt to be forgiven, a punishment lifted, a name cleared. If she survived the year.
If.
“Wren.” My uncle was on his feet, voice cracking. “Sit down. You are not doing this.”
“My father’s life,” I said, “for one year of mine. That’s my price. If I survive the Hunt, the charges against him are dropped and the Hale name is cleared.” I turned to Voss. “And the engagement you’re so generously offering is void.”
Voss stared at me for a long, hungry moment.
“You’ll be eaten alive,” he said softly.
“Probably,” I agreed. “But I won’t be yours.”
The Council Head, an ancient she-wolf with eyes like wet slate, raised one finger, and the noise died.
“The Prey Contract has been invoked,” she said. “The claim is lawful. Does anyone dispute it?”
I looked at my family one last time. I wanted to feel the sting of what I saw there. Relief. My mother’s shoulders had dropped. Corin finally looked up, and the first thing in his eyes was not shame. It was gratitude.
Something cold settled in my chest, and for once I could still feel it.
Fine, I thought. I’ll save him. And then I’ll find out who really framed him.
Because here was the thing nobody in that room understood. My father had never leaked a single secret in his life. He was too stubborn, too proud, too boring. Somebody had built that evidence. Somebody powerful. And the people powerful enough to forge a Council investigation all had sons at Silvercrest.
Four of them, in fact. The Heirs.
I wasn’t going to Silvercrest to be hunted.
I was going to seduce the wolves who guarded the truth, and steal it right out from under them.
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Silvercrest Academy rose out of the mountain mist like a jaw full of black teeth.
The carriage rolled through the iron gates at dusk. Other Prey were already lined up in the courtyard, a dozen terrified commoners in gray uniforms. A woman in a high collar walked down the line with a ledger, assigning each of us a number and a purpose.
“Kitchen. Laundry. Stables. Kitchen.” Her pen scratched. When she reached me, it stopped.
“Hale.” She tilted her head. “The Gamma who invoked the Contract. Everyone’s talking about you.”
“I hope it’s flattering.”
She didn’t smile. “You’re assigned to the Blackthorne cabin.”
A low murmur rippled through the Prey beside me. A boy two places down actually took a step back from me.
“What’s in the Blackthorne cabin?” I asked.
“A former Alpha.” The woman closed her ledger. “Rhys Blackthorne. He lost his wolf four years ago, in the same week he lost his title. The academy keeps him on the grounds because the Council can’t decide whether it’s more embarrassing to kill him or let him leave.” Her eyes flicked over my face. “He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t eat what’s brought to him half the time. The last three servants asked to be reassigned within a week.”
“Why?”
“They said the cabin felt wrong. Like something was breathing in the walls.”
I almost laughed. A broken Alpha, a cursed Gamma. Two failures locked in a hut at the edge of the forest. It was almost poetic.
A guard walked me through the grounds as the last light bled out of the sky. Past the training yards. Past the great hall, where lanterns glowed and I could hear laughter, rich, careless, male. The Heirs, the guard muttered, and hurried me on.
The path narrowed and plunged into the trees. Pine needles hushed our footsteps. The cabin sat alone in a clearing, a low, dark shape with one dim window and a roof furred with moss.
The guard stopped at the edge of the clearing, as if the grass were a boundary line.
“I’ll wait here,” he said, not meeting my eyes.
I crossed the clearing alone. My pulse was calm. My hands were steady. That was the strange thing about the silver line on my wrist: it had stolen my fear but left me with all my nerve.
I knocked.
Nothing.
I knocked again, harder. “I’m the new servant. I was sent by the academy.”
The wood groaned. Slowly, as though it cost him something, the door swung open.
A man stood in the shadows. Tall. Broad. Dark hair falling across a face that might once have been devastating and was now only exhausted, shadowed, unshaved. His eyes were the color of a winter sky just before snow.
Those eyes found mine.
And he went absolutely still without blinking.
The stillness of a predator hearing a twig snap a mile away. Behind him, deep inside the cabin, something growled. A low, rolling sound that wasn’t coming from his throat.
The former Alpha who had lost his wolf drew one ragged breath.
“Wren,” he whispered.
I had never told anyone my name.
