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Chapter 99: If I Bleed Out Your Mate Can Explain
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Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 100: Sit Before You Fall
They brought us in through the northeastern service slit under full cover of dusk and drawn bows. Ironfang’s outer stones still carried the wrong campfires. Jakob’s occupation had not lifted while I was gone. It had only learned to sit more comfortably against the walls. The scouts who met us at the signal stones had already spread the first version of the report ahead of us, and the inner yard showed it. Warriors on the walls watched the dark with a sharper kind of attention. The braced doors and the shortened rotations were the same. The air was not. Gunnar was in the yard before the last of us cleared the slit. He did not run. He did not shout. He crossed the packed earth with that controlled speed that made people move out of his path without being told, and the look on his face made the nearest guards find other places to put their eyes. He took in Emil half-carried, Josefine limping with blood dried down her thigh, Sunna upright and ruined at the edges, and me last of al
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 99: If I Bleed Out Your Mate Can Explain
Not dramatic. Just true. “By nightfall Magnus will have the road, the cistern, and every map marker on that post. Kronvik just lost the southern fork.” Emil slid down to sit before his legs failed him. “Then the routes south of Ironfang are open to whoever has the steel to stand on them.” Sunna tore a strip from her hem and shoved it against Josefine’s hip hard enough to make the other woman swear. “If you faint, I’m leaving you for Asmark’s accountants.” “If I faint, cut my throat before they use me for terms,” Josefine muttered, and still stayed on her feet when Sunna finished knotting the cloth. I stood with one hand braced on a trunk and tried to catalogue what had permanently changed. The post was gone. The fork was gone. Asmark had turned pressure into possession. Kronvik’s ten-day patience, whatever remained of it, now sat behind a different map. And I had left Ironfang’s walls as a representative with proof of a burned caravan, only to return — if I returned — as the w
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 98: Don't Make Me Repeat Myself
The bar held through two more hits. On the third, the iron bracket tore halfway out of the timber and the whole door frame screamed. Dust and splinters sprayed inward. Someone dragged a bench into the gap and it lasted less than a breath before the next shove from the yard snapped one of its legs clean off. “They’re through on the next push,” Sunna said. She wasn’t guessing. She was counting. Josefine looked once around the inner hall — wounded against the far wall, too few standing blades, smoke crawling under the roof beams from the store fire outside — and made the kind of decision that only looks inevitable after it has already ruined the old plan. “We are not dying for a checkpoint Asmark can hold with fifty men and a banner,” she said. “East brush gate. Old flood cut. If it’s still clear, we take wounded who can move and we abandon what we can’t carry. If it’s not clear, we make them pay for the hall until there’s nothing left to take.” Emil’s face was the color of
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 97: With Me!
Sunna dragged a Kronvik archer out of a blade line by the collar and nearly lost her fingers doing it. Josefine came down from the platform when the archers no longer had clean angles and fought like a woman defending her own house rather than a trade route marker. Through it all I was aware, in a cold back corner of my mind, that Gunnar would have hated every choice that put me in this yard. Distance did not weaken that fact. It only made it sharper. An Asmark horn tried to sound a push order and died mid-note when Josefine’s last platform archer finally found the man making it. The breach staggered. For one dangerous breath it looked as if the funnel might choke them enough to force a reset. Then Magnus changed the shape of the attack. Instead of feeding more bodies into the broken gate, he pulled pressure wide again and sent a fresh group at the scorched west boards with fire. Not a full blaze. Targeted flame against timber already stressed by axes. Smoke poured into the
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 96: Sunna!
The second horn was still in the air when the ridge line started moving. Not a wild charge. Asmark came in a broken staggered line that used the slope and the remaining half-light, shields angled, riders spaced to avoid giving Josefine’s archers a single dense target. Magnus Eriksen rode near the center with the broken-branch banner at his shoulder, close enough to direct, far enough back to see the whole fork. It was the approach of a man who intended to take a post, not die testing one. “Platform holds until they’re inside effective range,” Josefine shouted. “Yard teams on the gate braces. If they hook the palisade, we push from the inside before they pull.” Sunna was already moving people with hard taps and short orders. Emil forced himself upright and took a position on the inner gate bar despite the way his face grayed when he put weight through his arm. The chained man under the platform, Olav Tangen, watched it all with bright, bitter interest, as if the morning might s
Betrayed By My Mate, Now Claimed By The Lycan King Chapter 95: The Horn Sounded The Second Time
We did it ugly and fast. Two archers on the near bank. Smoke from damp brush pushed into the cut to spoil aim and scent. Sunna and three Kronvik cutters went in low while I held the open angle with the remaining guards and made enough noise to suggest a larger push than we had. Someone in the dark loosed two shafts. One took a Kronvik cutter through the thigh. Another split a stake beside Sunna’s head. They still broke the dam’s face enough for the water to shoulder through in a dirty surge, taking half the brush with it. It was not a victory. It was a delay bought with blood and the knowledge that Magnus had forced us to spend both before morning. When we dragged the wounded cutter back under the palisade, the cistern was filling again in sullen fits. Josefine’s healer worked by lantern light with his mouth set hard. The wounded man’s breathing stayed loud enough to make the yard feel smaller. On the ridge, the lights did not thin. --- Near the second watch, the betrayal sh
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