The Function of Weakness

ROWAN’S POV

“It’s not — they’re not—”

“They are commoners,” she says, and the word drips. “That is precisely what they are. I am not a balm, Rowan. I am not a kindness you dispense. I am the Silver Wolf. My power is an art, the highest there is, elegant and old and earned across a thousand generations, and it is not — it has never been — meant to be SPENT on prolonging the lives of the weak. The w