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  Kyra’s instincts kicked in and she leapt into action, running downhill to confront them, Leo running by her side.

  “You’re old enough now,” Brandon said to Aidan.

  “It’s past time you became a man,” Braxton said.

  Bounding down the grass hills she knew by heart, it did not take Kyra long to catch up to them. She ran out onto the road and stopped before them, blocking their path, breathing hard, Leo beside her, and her brothers all stopped short, looking back, stunned.

  Aidan’s face, she could see, fell in relief.

  “Are you lost?” Braxton mocked.

  “You’re blocking our way,” Brandon said. “Go back to your arrows and your sticks.”

  The two of them laughed derisively, but she frowned, undeterred, as Leo, beside her, snarled.

  “Get that beast away from us,” Braxton said, trying to sound brave but fear apparent in his voice as he tightened his grip on his spear.

  “And where do you think you’re taking Aidan?” she asked, dead serious, looking back at them without flinching.

  They paused, their faces slowly hardening.

  “We’re taking him wherever we please,” Brandon said.

  “He’s going on a hunt to learn to become a man,” Braxton said, emphasizing that last word as a dig to her.

  But she would not give in.

  “He’s too young,” she replied firmly.

  Brandon scowled.

  “Says who?” he asked.

  “Says me.”

  “And are you his mother?” Braxton asked.

  Kyra flushed, filled with anger, wishing their mother was here now more than ever.

  “As much as you are his father,” she replied.

  They all stood there in the tense silence, and Kyra looked to Aidan, who looked back with scared eyes.

  “Aidan,” she asked him, “is this something you wish to do?”

  Aidan looked down at the ground, ashamed. He stood there, silent, avoiding her glance, and Kyra knew he was afraid to speak out, to provoke the disapproval of his older brothers.

  “Well, there you have it,” Brandon said. “He doesn’t object.”

  Kyra stood there, burning with frustration, wanting Aidan to speak up but unable to force him.

  “It is unwise for you to bring him on your hunt,” she said. “A storm brews. It will be dark soon. The wood is filled with danger. If you want to teach him to hunt, take him when he’s older, on another day.”

  They scowled back, annoyed.

  “And what do you know of hunting?” Braxton asked. “What have you hunted beside those trees of yours?”

  “Any of them bite you lately?” Brandon added.

  They both laughed, and Kyra burned, debating what to do. Without Aidan speaking up, there wasn’t much she could do.

  “You worry too much, sister,” Brandon finally said. “Nothing will happen to Aidan on our watch. We want to toughen him up a bit—not kill him. Do you really imagine you’re the only one who cares for him?”

  “Besides, Father is watching,” Braxton said. “Do you want to disappoint him?”

  Kyra immediately looked up over their shoulders, and high up, in the tower, she spotted her father standing at the arched, open-aired window, watching. She felt supreme disappointment in him for not stopping this.

  They tried to brush past, but Kyra stood there, doggedly blocking their way. They looked as if they might shove her, but Leo stepped between them, snarling, and they thought better of it.

  “Aidan, it’s not too late,” she said to him. “You don’t have to do this. Do you wish to return to the fort with me?”

  She examined him and could see his eyes tearing, but she could also see his torment. A long silence passed, with nothing to break it up but the howling wind and the quickening snow.

  Finally, he squirmed.

  “I want to hunt,” he muttered half-heartedly.

  Her brothers suddenly brushed past her, bumping her shoulder, dragging Aidan, and as they hurried down the road, Kyra turned and watched, a sickening feeling in her stomach.

  She turned back to the fort and looked up at the tower, but her father was already gone.

  Kyra watched as her three brothers faded from view, into the brewing storm, toward the Wood of Thorns, and she felt a pit in her stomach. She thought of snatching Aidan and bringing him back—but she did not want to shame him.

  She knew she should let it go—but she could not. Something within her would not allow her to. She sensed danger, especially on the eve of the Winter Moon. She did not trust her elder brothers; they would not harm Aidan, she knew, but they were reckless, and too rough. Worst of all, they were overconfident in their skills. It was a bad combination.

  Kyra could stand it no longer. If her father wouldn’t act, then she would. She was old enough now—she did not need to answer to anyone but herself.

  Kyra burst into a jog, running down the lone country path, Leo by her side, and heading right for the Wood of Thorns.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Kyra entered the gloomy Wood of Thorns, just west of the fort, a forest so thick one could barely see through it. As she walked through it slowly with Leo, snow and ice crunching beneath their feet, she looked up. She was dwarfed by the thorn trees that seemed to stretch forever. They were ancient black trees with gnarled branches resembling thorns, and thick, black leaves. This place, she felt, was cursed; nothing good ever came out of it. Her father’s men returned from it injured from hunts, and more than once a troll, having broken through The Flames, had taken refuge here and used it as a staging ground to attack a villager.

  As Kyra entered, immediately she felt a chill. It was darker in here, cooler, the air wetter, the smell of the thorn trees heavy in the air, smelling like decaying earth, and the massive trees blotting out what remained of daylight. Kyra, on guard, was furious at her older brothers. It was dangerous to venture here without the company of several warriors—especially at dusk. Every noise startled her. There came a distant cry of an animal, and she flinched, turning and looking for it. But the wood was dense, and she could not find it.

  Leo, though, snarled beside her and suddenly bounded off after it.

  “Leo!” she called out.

  But he was already gone.

  She sighed, annoyed; it was always his way when an animal crossed. He would return, though, she knew—eventually.

  Kyra continued on, alone now, the wood growing darker, struggling to follow her brothers’ trail—when she heard distant laughter. She snapped to attention, turning to the noise and weaving past thick trees until she spotted her brothers up ahead.

  Kyra lingered back, keeping a good distance, not wanting to be spotted. She knew that if Aidan saw her, he would be embarrassed and would send her away. She would watch from the shadows, she decided, just making sure they did not get into trouble. It was better for Aidan not to be shamed, to feel like he was a man.

  A twig snapped beneath her feet and Kyra ducked, worried the sound would give her away—but her drunk older brothers were oblivious, already a good thirty yards ahead of her, walking quickly, the noise drowned out by their own laughter. She could see from Aidan’s body language that he was tense, almost as if he were about to cry. He clutched his spear tightly, as if trying to prove himself a man, but it was an awkward grip on a spear too big, and he struggled under the weight of it.

  “Get up here!” Braxton called out, turning to Aidan, who trailed a few feet behind.

  “What are you so afraid of?” Brandon said to him.

  “I’m not afraid—” Aidan insisted.

  “Quiet!” Brandon suddenly said, stopping, holding out a palm against Aidan’s chest, his expression serious for the first time. Braxton stopped, too, all of them tense.

  Kyra took shelter behind a tree as she watched her brothers. They stood at the edge of a clearing, looking straight ahead as if they had spotted something.

  She crept forward, on alert, trying to get a better look, and as she
weaved between two large trees, she stopped, stunned, as she caught a glimpse of what they were seeing. There, standing alone in the clearing, rooting out acorns, was a boar. It was no ordinary boar; it was a monstrous, Black-Horned Boar, the largest boar she had ever seen, with long, curled white tusks and three long, sharpened, black horns, one protruding from its nose and two from its head. Nearly the size of a bear, it was a rare creature, famed for its viciousness and its lightning-quick speed. It was an animal widely feared, and one that no hunter wanted to meet.

  It was trouble.

  Kyra, hair rising on her arms, wished Leo were here—yet was also grateful he was not, knowing he would bound off after it and unsure if he would win the confrontation. Kyra stepped forward, slowly removing her bow from her shoulder while instinctively reaching down to grab an arrow. She tried to calculate how far the boar was from the boys, and how far away she was—and she knew this was not good. There were too many trees in the way for her to get a clean shot—and with an animal this size, there was no room for error. She doubted one arrow could even fell it.

  Kyra noticed the flash of fear on her brothers’ faces, then saw Brandon and Braxton quickly cover up their fright with a look of bravado—one she felt sure was fueled by drink. They both raised their spears and took several steps forward. Braxton saw Aidan rooted in place, and he turned, grabbed the small boy’s shoulder, and made him step forward, too.

  “There’s a chance to make a man of you,” Braxton said. “Kill this boar and they’ll sing of you for generations.”

  “Bring back its head and you’ll be famed for life,” Brandon said.

  “I’m…scared,” Aidan said.

  Brandon and Braxton scoffed, then laughed derisively.

  “Scared?” Brandon said. “And what would Father say if he heard you say that?”

  The boar, alerted, lifted its head, revealing glowing yellow eyes, and stared at them, its face bunching up in an angry snarl. It opened its mouth, revealing fangs, and drooled, while at the same time emitting a vicious growl that erupted from somewhere deep in its belly. Kyra, even from her distance, felt a pang of fear—and she could only imagine the fear Aidan was feeling.

  Kyra rushed forward, throwing caution to the wind, determined to catch up before it was too late. When she was just a few feet behind her brothers, she called out:

  “Leave it alone!”

  Her harsh voice cut through the silence, and her brothers all wheeled, clearly startled.

  “You’ve had your fun,” she added. “Let it be.”

  While Aidan looked relieved, Brandon and Braxton each scowled back at her.

  “And what do you know?” Brandon shot back. “Stop interfering with real men.”

  The boar’s snarl deepened as it crept toward them, and Kyra, both afraid and furious, stepped forward.

  “If you are foolish enough to antagonize this beast, then go ahead,” she said. “But you will send Aidan back here to me.”

  Brandon frowned.

  “Aidan will do just fine here,” Brandon countered. “He’s about to learn how to fight. Aren’t you, Aidan?”

  Aidan stood silent, stunned with fear.

  Kyra was about to take another step forward and snatch Aidan’s arm when there came a rustling in the clearing. She saw the boar edge its way closer, one foot at a time, threateningly.

  “It won’t attack if it’s not provoked,” Kyra urged her brothers. “Let it go.”

  But her brothers ignored her, both turning and facing it and raising spears. They walked forward, into the clearing, as if to prove how brave they were.

  “I’ll aim for its head,” Brandon said.

  “And I, its throat,” Braxton agreed.

  The boar snarled louder, opened its mouth wider, drooling, and took another threatening step.

  “Get back here!” Kyra yelled out, desperate.

  But Brandon and Braxton stepped forward, raised their spears, and suddenly threw them.

  Kyra watched in suspense as the spears flew through the air, bracing herself for the worst. She saw, to her dismay, Brandon’s spear graze its ear, enough to draw blood—and to provoke it—while Braxton’s spear sailed past, missing its head by several feet.

  For the first time, Brandon and Braxton looked afraid. They stood there, open-mouthed, a dumb look on their faces, the glow from their drink quickly replaced by fear.

  The boar, infuriated, lowered its head, snarled a horrific sound, and suddenly charged.

  Kyra watched in horror as it bore down on her brothers. It was the fastest thing she’d ever seen for its size, bounding through the grass as if it were a deer.

  As it approached, Brandon and Braxton ran for their lives, darting away in opposite directions.

  That left Aidan standing there, rooted in place, all alone, frozen in fear. His mouth agape, he loosened his grip and his spear fell from his hand, sideways to the ground. Kyra knew it wouldn’t make much difference; Aidan could not have defended himself if he tried. A grown man could not have. And the boar, as if sensing it, set its sights on Aidan, aiming right for him.

  Kyra, heart slamming, burst into action, knowing she would only have one chance at this. Without thinking, she bounded forward, dodging between the trees, already holding her bow before her, knowing she had one shot and that it had to be perfect. It would be a hard shot, even if the boar weren’t moving, in her state of panic—yet it would have to be a perfect shot if they were to survive this.

  “AIDAN, GET DOWN!” she shouted.

  At first, he did not move. Aidan blocked her way, preventing a clean shot, and as Kyra raised her bow and ran forward, she realized that if Aidan did not move, her one shot would be lost. Stumbling through the wood, her feet slipping in the snow and damp earth, for a moment she felt all would be lost.

  “AIDAN!” she shouted again, desperate.

  By some miracle, he listened this time, diving down to the earth at the last second and leaving the shot open for Kyra.

  As the boar charged for Aidan, time suddenly slowed for Kyra. She felt herself entering an altered zone, something rising up within her which she had never experienced and which she did not fully understand. The world narrowed and came into focus. She could hear the sound of her own heart beating, of her breathing, of the rustling of leaves, of a crow cawing high above. She felt more in tune with the universe than she ever had, as if she had entered some realm where she and the universe were one.

  Kyra felt her palms begin to tingle with a warm, prickly energy she did not understand, as if something foreign were invading her body. It was as if, for a fleeting instant, she had become somebody bigger than herself, somebody much more powerful.

  Kyra entered into a state of non-thinking, and she allowed herself to be driven by pure instinct, and by this new energy flowing through her. She planted her feet, raised the bow, placed an arrow, and let it fly.

  She knew the second she released it that it was a special shot. She did not need to watch the arrow sail to know it was going exactly where she wanted it to: in the beast’s right eye. She shot with such force that it lodged itself nearly a foot before stopping.

  The beast suddenly grunted as its legs buckled out from under it, and it fell face-first in the snow. It slid across what remained of the clearing, writhing, still alive, until it reached Aidan. It finally came to a stop but a foot away from him, so close that, when it finally stopped, they were nearly touching.

  It twitched on the ground, and Kyra, already with another arrow on her bow, stepped forward, stood over the boar, and put another arrow through the back of its skull. It finally stopped moving.

  Kyra stood in the clearing, in the silence, her heart pounding, the tingling in her palms slowly receding, the energy fading, and she wondered what had just happened. Had she really taken that shot?

  She immediately remembered Aidan, and as she spun and grabbed him he looked up to her as he might have to his mother, eyes filled with fear, but unharmed. She felt a flash of relief as she realized
he was okay.

  Kyra turned and saw her two older brothers, each still lying in the clearing, staring up at her with shock—and awe. But there was something else in their looks, something which unsettled her: suspicion. As if she were different from them. An outsider. It was a look Kyra had seen before, rarely, but enough times to make her wonder at it herself. She turned and looked down at the dead beast, monstrous, huge, stiff at her feet, and she wondered how she, a fifteen-year-old girl, could have done this. It went beyond skills, she knew. Beyond a lucky shot.

  There had always been something about her that was different from the others. She stood there, numb, wanting to move but unable. Because what had shaken her today was not this beast, she knew, but rather the way her brothers had looked at her. And she could not help wondering, for the millionth time, the question she had been afraid to confront her entire life:

  Who was she?

  CHAPTER THREE

  Kyra walked behind her brothers as they all hiked the road back to the fort, watching them struggle under the weight of the boar, Aidan beside her and Leo at her heels, having returned from chasing his game. Brandon and Braxton labored as they carried the dead beast between them, tied to their two spears and draped across their shoulders. Their grim mood had changed drastically since they had emerged from the wood and back into open sky, especially now with their father’s fort in sight. With each passing step, Brandon and Braxton became more confident, nearly back to their arrogant selves, now at the point of laughing, heckling each other as they boasted of their kill.

  “It was my spear that grazed it,” Brandon said to Braxton.

  “But,” countered Braxton, “it was my spear that incited it to veer for Kyra’s arrow.”

  Kyra listened, her face reddening at their lies; her pig-headed brothers were already convincing themselves of their own story, and now they seemed to actually believe it. She already anticipated their boasting back in their father’s hall, telling everyone of their kill.