Yet a single drunken misstep past the blood-ward was enough for Fenris to kill him without hesitation, igniting the war between the Silvercrest and Shadowfang Packs.
Mountains of corpses. Seas of blood.
If those she-wolves outside made it in here, another massacre was all but certain.
I hauled myself out of bed and hurried into the courtyard, hoping to warn them away before it was too late.
But the moment I opened the door, a face stared back at me. A face that looked seven-tenths like my own.
A scent hit me before her hand did. White jasmine and fresh snow and something underneath that made my skin prickle, sharp and chemical, like polished silver held too close to bare flesh.
Before I could utter a word, a hand cracked across my cheek.
"Where did this wretched little servant come from, wearing my face in the Supreme Alpha's Abyssal Den? What, are you trying to steal his favor from me?"
The slap came out of nowhere, so hard my skull rang like a struck bell.
"A human-born with no wolf blood whatsoever. How did you even get into Shadowfang territory?"
"She must have spread her legs for some low-ranking patrol wolf. That would explain the pregnancy."