MALAKAI

The stone under my boots felt like ice as I strode toward Talia’s wing. Her name alone was enough to make the air feel stifling, like a storm front pressing against my lungs.

I hadn’t seen my sister in three years. Three years of silence that I had meticulously cultivated and paid for with a generous allowance and a sprawling estate in the Western territories. I had sent her away under the guise of "educational support" and "refining her station," but the truth was I had exiled her because the Blood-Wing Pack could not harbor a woman who looked at her own brother with a hunger that bordered on...