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chapter 170
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2026-11-09 02:35:45
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CLAIMED BY THE FOUR ALPHA BROTHERS chapter 170
Calla's POVIt came through the ruined doorway the way smoke comes under a door, not walking, not flying, only arriving, a mass of gray and black that poured itself into the hall faster than my eyes could follow and left a trail of fine pale flakes, soft as snow, drifting behind it in the light of the few lamps that still burned.Ash. It was shedding ash.I had seen it once before in the forest, when it had been so immense that it blotted out the canopy and my mind had refused to hold its edges, and I had spent weeks afterward trying to decide whether I'd remembered it larger than it was. I hadn't. This was smaller, the size of a draft horse, perhaps, or a carriage, but it moved with the same unhurried and terrible sureness, and when it lifted what should have been a head and turned slowly across the room, I understood that the forest hadn't been all of it. This was a piece. A finger, a thread, a single patient arm reaching through a gap in the world to see what would happen if it tou
CLAIMED BY THE FOUR ALPHA BROTHERS chapter 169
Calla's POVThe lamps stuttered again before the elder had finished his next sentence, and this time they didn't catch up right away.The whole row along the ceiling dimmed to a sullen amber, held there for the length of a long breath, and then brightened in a ragged, uneven surge that made the shadows leap and swing across the walls like something alive. A murmur went up from the rows, more irritation than alarm, and a guard near the east wall looked up at the fixtures with a frown, clearly composing the complaint he'd file with the maintenance office in the morning.Under it, so low that I felt it in my back teeth before I heard it, a hum began.I knew that sound. I would have known it anywhere, in any room, after any length of time, because it had lived in the back of my skull for weeks after the forest, a drone like a great bell struck underwater, too deep for ears and too persistent for sleep, and I had told myself at Duskmoor that it was gone. That it had been a symptom of terro
CLAIMED BY THE FOUR ALPHA BROTHERS chapter 168
Calla's POVThe doors to the hall were still swinging shut behind us when I realized that every head in the room had already turned, three hundred of them, slow and silent, like a field of wheat bending in a wind I couldn't feel, and I kept walking down the center aisle with Daven's hand at the small of my back and my chin up because I'd learned in the last two hours that lowering it only made the staring heavier.It was different now. When I'd first come through those doors at the start of the assembly, they had looked at me the way people look at a stranger who has wandered into a funeral, with suspicion and pity and the faint relief of not being her. Now they looked at me like I was a sentence they hadn't finished reading. A woman near the aisle pressed two fingers to her lips as I passed. An old man in a gray coat inclined his head, only a little, the way you'd greet someone whose rank you hadn't quite decided on yet, and the gesture was so unexpected that I almost stumbled and ha
CLAIMED BY THE FOUR ALPHA BROTHERS chapter 167
Calla's POVThe antechamber door had barely clicked shut behind us when my knees finally gave out, and I would have hit the stone if Knox hadn't caught me under the arms and lowered me onto the nearest bench with the unhurried care of a man setting down something breakable."I've got you," he said. "You're fine. Breathe.""I am breathing.""You're doing a very fast version of it." He crouched in front of me, his big hands warm around my elbows, and the worry in his face was so open and so uncomplicated that I almost laughed. "Soren.""I see her." Soren was already beside me, two fingers on my wrist, his eyes on a wall clock behind my head as though it could tell him something his own body couldn't.His hand was steady and cool, and I understood, with a small pang, that this was how he said he'd missed me every hour since the last time I'd been carried out of a room. "Pulse is high. Not dangerous. You've been standing on adrenaline for close to two hours, and your body is sending in th
CLAIMED BY THE FOUR ALPHA BROTHERS chapter 166
Calla's POV"Thaw," said an elder with iron-gray braids and a voice like a rusted hinge, and he said it as though the word itself had a bad taste. "You call it a thaw, Maren, and I call it a trap with a Duskmoor ribbon on it.""Then tell me what the trap is for," the woman beside him shot back, not bothering to lower her voice. "Because I've been looking at that boy for twenty minutes and I haven't found the hook yet."The hall had come apart in a way I hadn't expected. After Ronan's word was accepted, there had been a single suspended breath, and then the whole room had burst into argument at once, elders leaning across each other's laps, old grudges being dragged out of pockets and examined in the lamplight, voices rising and falling in clumps like weather moving over a field. Nobody was shouting. That was the strange part; nobody was really angry. It was more like watching a house full of people discover a door in a wall they had walked past every day of their lives."Four generati
CLAIMED BY THE FOUR ALPHA BROTHERS chapter 165
Ronan's POVMy knees made the decision before the rest of me did, which was a new experience, and by the time I understood I was standing, the whole hall had already turned around to watch me do it.Three hundred Blackthorn wolves, and every last one, with a grandfather who had once, at least one, sold somebody else's story at the border for a fat coin. Raider, thief, liar, grinning like a bastard at the border and selling a map to the other side. I'd grown up on the black half of those stories; I knew the hatred in that room the way you know the weight of your own coat, and I walked in tonight, chin out and gun hand near my belt and all the fight I could summon in me to tell me if I said one word somebody would figure out where I could put it.There had not been a single hiss."The council acknowledges Ronan of Duskmoor," the white-haired elder said. But what struck me was how even he said it, no teeth clenched, no formal disdain. He said my name like a neighbor. "You may speak to
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