The sun had just finished its long, slow fall behind the mountains. Issa walked down the long, quiet hallway with two guards, the cold iron of her Collar a familiar weight on her neck. As she passed by, everyone recognized her as the human Collar in the midst of wolves. Her mind was a storm of thoughts about Val’s cold betrayal, but a new curiosity was starting to settle in. She was on her way to Thorne’s suite. A place she had never been before. A place that felt like a whole new world in ...