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Chapter forty five: in the dark
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Logan's povThe next dawn found Whiteclaw uneasy. Every wolf in the stronghold moved like someone listening for a sound only they could hear.Logan walked the inner wall alone. From up here the pack looked smaller, corners empty, sentries keeping their eyes on one another instead of the trees. He could smell fear everywhere tangled together.Below, Fiona was training a fresh patrol. Her voice carried through the chill air, calm but edged. Serena moved among the recruits, her movements precise, her expression unreadable. Watching them side by side unsettled him in a way he couldn’t name.He was still watching when footsteps approached behind him.Amaiya.She had no right to be in his territory, and yet she walked straight toward him, cloak snapping in the wind, eyes cold. “You didn’t finish the job,” she said. “Your pack still looks broken.”“I should throw you off this wall,” Logan answered.“You could,” she said lightly, “but you won’t. You still want to know who opened the gates for
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Fiona's povWakanda watched the fire rise from the ridge. The clash below had already died down , screams fading, steel buried in silence. His soldiers waited behind him, restless, the scent of blood hanging in the air.“They slipped through,” one muttered.Wakanda didn’t answer. His eyes burned through the haze, searching for movement among the ruins. He could still feel her power, his daughter’s , a wild, pulsing thing that should have died under his command but hadn’t.He closed his hands behind his back. The iron rings on his fingers cut into his skin. “Pull the men back,” he said.The soldier hesitated. “But, my king....”“I said back,” Wakanda snapped. His voice carried the kind of weight that crushed obedience from air.The men retreated, boots cracking over ash and stone.When the ridge cleared, Wakanda sank to one knee, the mountain wind pulling at his cloak. The soil was warm where Fiona’s flames had touched it. He pressed his palm against the earth and felt the echo of he
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Logan's pov“Keep your head low,” I said, voice rough from the long run.Fiona didn’t reply, her steps cutting through the dirt road, cloak trailing behind her like a shadow. The old border stones of Whiteclaw rose ahead, cracked and half-buried under frost.“This isn’t home,” she murmured.“It was,” I answered.The air smelled wrong, smoke and fear and something sharp beneath it. From beyond the gates came voices, hushed and broken, the kind of murmuring that dies when you turn your head. Faces peered out from half-open doors, vanishing as fast as they appeared.Fiona slowed, jaw tight. “They’re afraid of you.”“They should be,” I said, and kept walking.The gates loomed taller than I remembered, patched with iron, our old crest slashed through and replaced by another, Rowan’s mark, sharp and proud.Fiona’s tone sharpened. “He really took everything.”I stared at the new sigil until my hands ached to tear it down. “Not everything.”A cluster of guards stepped from the shadows, armor
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Fiona's pov“Don’t come closer.” My voice yelled against the stone.Logan didn’t stop. His boots ground over gravel, silver eyes catching the faint light of my fire.“You think I’ll let you push me off again?” he said. His tone wasn’t mocking. It was a promise.“You think this bond means you get to cage me like the others?” I spat.He tilted his head, jaw tight. “No cage holds you. Not even me. But you keep pretending you don’t want this.”I threw my flames higher, the cavern walls flashing red. Shadows clawed across his face. “I want answers. Not your touch.”He snorted, wolf bleeding through his laugh. “Liar.”“Logan....”“Don’t.” He closed the last step and seized my wrist. The heat of him met my fire, skin against flame. He didn’t flinch. He squeezed harder, forcing me to feel the roughness of his palm, the tremor in his grip. “I don’t care how much you burn me. I won’t let go.”“You should.”“Then tell me you don’t feel it.” His eyes locked on mine. Not pleading. Demanding. “Tell
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Fiona's pov“You feel that?” I asked, voice low, thumb pressed hard against Logan’s hand.“He’s near,” he said. His teeth showed in a half-snarl. The tunnel hummed with it, Wakanda’s flare rolling like distant thunder. The walls vibrated. “Then move,” I said. My fire lifted at my palms without asking, a bright ache that made my skin itch. Logan dragged me forward. His grip wasn’t gentle. We came out into the old council hollow faster than I expected, breath knocking against my ribs. The place smelled of old smoke and wolf fur and history. Paintings ran along the stone: worn faces, a throne, a wolf with a crown. My fingers left glittering trails of light on the murals. The power in this room answered to bloodlines. It hummed. It waited.“Rowan’s voice,” I said. “He’s trying to rally the pack, split them.”Logan’s jaw worked. “He plays politics like he plays with knives, slick and ugly.”We crouched in the shadow of a collapsed pillar. The name Amaiya traveled like cheap wine, sweet,
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Fiona's pov“Do you feel that?” I whispered, clutching Logan’s hand tighter.His eyes flicked skyward, silver burning. “He’s here.”The night shuddered. Wakanda’s power rolling over the valley like thunder made flesh. Wolves dropped to their knees, some howling in devotion, others whimpering in fear. My fire flared instinctively, sparks leaping from my skin.Logan growled, his body shielding mine. “Stand tall. Don’t bow. Not to him.”The ground trembled. A crack split through the stone of the council yard as Wakanda stepped from the shadows. Cloak dragging, eyes black as void, he raised one hand and silence smothered the crowd.“My blood,” he intoned, voice carrying like steel. “You stand against me? Against your father?”Logan snarled back, “I stand against your chains. This pack is mine.”Gasps rippled through the wolves. Some shouted his name. Others hissed traitor. The divide widened like a wound.Wakanda’s gaze shifted—to me. His lips curled. “Daughter. Do you come home to kneel?
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