Mara’s legs shook with every step, though Eira held her arm to keep her from collapsing. She could feel the stone corridors stretching around her, the cold air brushing her face, the heavy tread of the guard following behind. But none of it gave her comfort. The world was black, and the body she wore felt like a borrowed skin that didn’t fit.

Every step closer to the Alpha King made her chest tighten.

She tried to imagine what Lyra would say, how Lyra would walk. But she had never been ...