After years of ducking hunters and wolves alike, Marin's glamours can withstand far more scrutiny than the starving dead can offer. It's the same life she's been living, in a lot of ways - no Alan to confer with, no Hales left in the world to guide, save the one who never wanted any looking after. She hones magic and ritual into weapons, welds them into strong defenses. Everyone else may fall off the face of the earth, but Marin can survive.

Laura's more a mirage than a reality, when they find one another, a blinding glimpse promising to slake her thirst and shimmering away again. The sound of a kickstand digging into the dust doesn't always mean there's an alpha at her door, though. If Laura's a mirage, Braeden is an after-image - lingering but missing the substance that she holds back.

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