Unwritten Daughter — The Raven Guard Acceptance

green dress i sat down at the table my father raised his glass and said to my children asher Declan Colton and then he named three Asher Declan Colton the fourth chair was occupied the fourth child was holding a fork I got up walked out and threw up in a hedge in a $2,000 dress that was the night I went down to the archive every

wolf in a founding pack has a registry file births rankings betrothments the whole obscene ledger mine was in the third cabinet thin as a napkin I opened it under a dying bump at 2 a.m. last entry my father's handwriting dated my 17 today rejected by drexen air no further action that was it i sat on the archive floor

eight words and understood finally completely that i was a line item so i took walked out with it and no one stopped me because no one saw me because i wasn't back at the boat house i opened my laptop and typed the name wolves in our world only ever whispered the raven guard every pack on this continent bows to one bloodline the thorns the

a lichen crown, and the crown keeps something that isn't an army. 50 applicants taken at 18. I sat up 11 straight nights doing their assessments. Logic, memory, PAC Then I hit submit and waited to be rejected. Again. 11 days later, a black envelope with a silver crown. Applicant W. Hale, accepted. Report on your 18th birthday. Tell no one.