Chapter 5

I don't get far down the frost road before I stop and open the third box.

Right there in the snow, alone under the full moon, because I have carried it sealed for five years and I need to see it once more before I show it to the world.

Inside, wrapped in a scrap of my mother's cloak, sits a single moonstone shard. Pale. Cold. The last thing she ever pressed into my hands before the hunters came through the door.

A memory stone. It holds a dying wolf's final sight, locked away until moonlight and Silver blood wake…