Hazel’s POV

We bury them at dawn.

Five graves. Three from Winter Tooth. Two from Silver Creek.

Borin can’t stand. His Beta, Harrick, speaks for him. “They died for the Pact,” Harrick says. “Not for a pack. For an idea. That kids aren’t property.”

“They’ll be remembered,” Syra says. Her voice breaks on the last word. The two Silver Creek dead were her cousins. “In Lina’s School. In every pup who grows up free.”

The forty three are quiet. Watching. Learning what death looks like when it’s not in a cell.

Rook holds Tala’s hand. Miri holds Eda’s. Pike holds Kip’s. Finn, who is five, holds mine.

“Are they with...