Chapter Seventeen — Target

Keya:

“Someone’s looking for the heir.”

The words slam into me like a blade to the chest.

I freeze, feet rooted to the polished floor as the alarm howls through the hall. The air goes thin. Cold.

Heir.

They’re talking about me.

The sound fades into a hollow echo, bouncing inside my skull. The world narrows to that single sentence.

Who?

Who could be looking for me?

My parents wouldn’t dare. They’d already washed their hands of me. Signed the papers. Made the announcement. Burned my name from every pack ledger.

Luca?

No. He rejected me with enough venom to kill.

The tribunal?

They wouldn’t need...