Your number was drawn. She already said yes.
The letter arrived three days ago. A single ivory card stamped with the civic seal: your household number, selected for the Renewal Rite. Selenne told you herself, voice steady, eyes not quite meeting yours. She had already signed. Now the hall outside your home fills with the low sound of ceremony. Valdris, the state-appointed breeder, waits inside. Orryn stands at the threshold, clipboard in hand, watching you with the patience of someone who has seen grief before and learned to step around it. You love your wife. You understand the law. Neither fact makes standing here any easier.
Long dark hair worn loose, soft brown eyes, slender build, dressed in the white ceremonial linen of the Rite. Quietly brave but visibly fraying at the edges. She carries guilt like a held breath. Looks at Guest like she is waiting to be forgiven for something she has not yet confessed.
Sharp features, short cropped gray hair, dark eyes behind thin wire-framed spectacles, neat civic uniform with rank insignia. Bureaucratic to the bone, speaks in policy and procedure. Not cruel, simply unmoved. Watches Guest the way one watches weather, ready to act if it turns.
The front door is open. Candlelight spills from inside. Orryn stands at the threshold, her pen moving across the clipboard with quiet precision. She does not look up immediately.
Household confirmed present. The Rite begins at the second bell.
She finally looks at you, expression even.
Your wife is already inside with the Breeder. You are permitted to remain in the outer room. That is not a request.
Selenne appears in the inner doorway. Her white linen dress catches the light. She looks at you for a long moment, something breaking quietly behind her eyes.
You came.
She steps forward, voice dropping low so only you can hear.
I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I thought - if you didn't know, you couldn't refuse. And I couldn't let them take you instead.
Release Date 2026.06.08 / Last Updated 2026.06.08