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~057: Old tales that bring war

Author: Yakira Springs
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-23 19:54:40

Ronan

Rain stains the windows of the war room and the smell of wet pine crawls under the door. It reminds me of her hair. I should be in the city with a coffee and her laugh in my mouth, not pacing between maps while the ridge radios hiss. My phone lies faceup by the compass. I type a message, delete it, type again, delete again. Be there soon. Trust me. Useless. I am sorry. I will explain. Worse. Darko paces in my chest and does not help.

Casen pushes in without knocking. He never knocks. He drops patrol logs and a roll of damp scent flags on the table. “Eastern markers got pushed,” he says. “Two roving squads. Same triangle pattern as last week.”

I drag the map closer. The boundary line cuts the forest from north peak to creek bend. The contested strip curls along the old seam where the mineral vein runs shallow. The elders call it Ironwater because the stream tastes like rust in summer. “How many?”

“Eight, maybe ten. Footwork says Blackridge. Wyatt wants us twitchy.” His jaw ticks.
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    RonanThe night is on fire with screams. Steel clashes, bones crack, wolves snarl loud enough to shake the ground under my boots. I grip the knife in one hand, the gun in the other, sweat sliding into my eyes as I move through the chaos. Casen is right beside me, shifting fast into his wolf, his massive form tearing into the first rogue that lunges our way. Blood sprays, hot and metallic, covering the dirt. The air reeks of it.I can’t shift. I can’t even feel Darko anymore. His silence is like a hole inside me, hollow and terrifying. My chest aches with it, but there’s no time to think. No time to wish. All I have are these weapons and my stubborn need not to drop dead before this night is over.“Left!” Casen’s voice blasts through the mindlink, sharp.I spin, pulling the trigger before the rogue even lands. The gun kicks hard in my hand. The shot rips through his head, and he drops like a stone, his body twitching as blood spills fast. My ears ring from the blast, but I don’t care.

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