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Chapter 76: It Knows Me
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Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 77: Collapse It
--- The second failure arrived before the first had finished settling. A horn sounded from the eastern wall walk — short, sharp, repeated. Not the general alarm. The specific signal for structural threat. We reached the wall in time to see what Jakob's diggers had accomplished in the dark. The drainage channel at the second buttress was no longer a shallow excavation. They had broken through into one of the older water courses. A black gap now opened at the base of the wall, wide enough for a man to crawl. Lantern light from the outer courtyard caught the edges of wet stone and the movement of wolves already trying to widen the passage from their side. If they cleared another few feet, they would have a path that ran beneath the eastern foundations — close enough to the root cellar for the fragment to feel open air and living blood without the full weight of the keep between them. Nina's archers were already loosing measured volleys to slow the work. Bodies fell. Others
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 76: It Knows Me
The first real failure started with a sound. Not an alarm. Not a shout. A low, wet crack that traveled through the eastern foundations like a bone giving way under weight. I felt it in the soles of my feet before I understood what it meant. The fragment's pulse, which had been a stubborn background pressure since the stabilizer was added, suddenly climbed hard enough to blur my vision at the edges. Gunnar felt the change through the connection half a second later. His head snapped toward the eastern wing before the runner even reached us. "Containment," Merja's voice carried up the stairs, tight and sharp. "Now." We ran. The root cellar was already half-choked with the smell of scorched herbs and hot metal. The secondary ash-and-bone ring Bjørn's people had added was broken in two places. The original iron-and-silver boundary still held, but it was visibly strained — filings drifted outward in slow, unnatural currents, and the silver wire had blackened along an entire quar
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The first name on Anton's list was a supply runner named Adam Kristensen. Young. Quiet. Assigned to the eastern stores for the better part of a year. During the night of the breach he had been accounted for in the main hall, helping move the wounded. Nothing in his record looked wrong. Nothing except the way Merja's containment logs showed the fragment's residual output climbing in small, irregular spikes during the exact hours he was rostered nearest the eastern wing. We didn't accuse him. We watched. Gunnar put Sunna on the first rotation with orders so clean they left no room for gossip. Observe. Record. Do not confront. If Adam noticed the attention, he gave no sign. He moved through his duties with the same flat competence as before, eyes down, hands steady. By midday the watching had produced nothing except a clearer picture of how thoroughly ordinary he appeared. The second name was harder. An older guard named Niels Petersen had asked three separate people about the
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 74: You Retrieved The Primer
We left Anton with water, a fresh guard rotation, and the knowledge that his continued survival depended on the information continuing to hold value. Upstairs, the keep had shifted into its night rhythm. Watches changed. The braced doors were checked again. The fragment's containment was inspected by Merja in person. The primer had been isolated three levels away under separate seals and continuous observation. Bjørn requested an audience before the second night watch fully settled. Gunnar allowed it under the same conditions as before: chains, guards, no privacy. Natasja was not brought. One Blackpine problem at a time. Bjørn looked like a man who had not wasted his hours in confinement. His eyes were clearer. The set of his shoulders had settled into something closer to endurance than calculation. "You retrieved the primer," he said as soon as we entered. It wasn't a question. "We did." "Then you understand why Jakob hasn't pressed the inner doors again. He's waiting
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 73: Not Just Any Blood
Anton knew we had the primer before we opened the cell door. I saw it in the way his shoulders settled, the small release of tension that had nothing to do with relief and everything to do with a man confirming his own timing. The bruised wreck of his face still managed something like satisfaction. Gunnar closed the door behind us. The two guards remained in the corridor this time. What happened next didn't need an audience, but it did need witnesses close enough to intervene if Anton decided to force a cleaner end than he deserved. The primer sat on a small iron tray in Gunnar's hand, still wrapped in its inner cloth. Even through the layers I could feel the fragment under the eastern foundations answer it — a low, attentive pulse that pressed against the base of my skull. The connection between Gunnar and me carried the sensation late and slightly off, turning it into a dull metallic ache behind my eyes. Gunnar set the tray on the floor just beyond the reach of Anton's cha
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Boredom was useful. Bored sentries were slower to interpret small sounds. The drainage outlets sat half-choked with old leaves and siege debris. Nina found the wrongness first — a flat stone that didn't belong, set too carefully against the base of the second buttress. Beneath it was a small oilcloth packet no larger than a closed fist. Sunna lifted it. Even from two paces away I felt the fragment under the keep answer. A low, hungry pulse rolled through the eastern foundations and straight up into my skull. The connection between Gunnar and me stuttered hard. For a moment the delayed feedback looped again — my spike of pressure feeding into him, his reaction feeding back into me — until he put a hand on the back of my neck and forced the shared sensation into a narrower channel. The loop broke. My vision cleared. "Move," Gunnar said. We almost made it back clean. Almost. A Blackpine sentry on the far picket line finally decided the shadows near the drainage works dese
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