POV: Miranda

“I have buried gods, and none of them frightened me like this child.”

The wards should not have moved, they were older than the stones beneath my feet, older than the pack borders, older than the language most wolves spoke now.

I had helped carve some of them myself, back when my hands were steadier and my fear had not yet learned how to whisper instead of scream.

They were designed to endure yet as I stood before the western ring, staff pressed to the earth, I felt it clearly, ...