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CHAPTER 55: WHAT THE ASH REMEMBERS

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Aiden

The siege engine rib still radiates heat under my palm, and charcoal chips off beneath my fingers while I press harder.

Forty-seven charred bolts in Aidion's outer wall. I count them twice because the number won't stay where I put it, sliding around behind my eyes.

Smoke threads through my teeth while I start again.

"Forty-eight," I mutter to the ash, correcting myself aloud because being wrong frightens me more than the counting does. "Missed one behind the axle."

My breathing isn't stea
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    LunaThe eighth shard's frequency hits my crescent mark, and my boots slide on grit before Aiden finishes yelling my name.My legs move. I don't tell them to."Luna, wait!" Aiden's voice cuts through dust behind me, but the mark drags my feet forward, and I can't stop.Something warm coats my tongue, thick and metallic, and I swallow past the wetness gathering in my mouth while my throat tightens around each step.The shards drag themselves across stone. Black roots seeking water. They leave grooves in the dirt that vibrate through my soles.Heat rolls off Jace at my left shoulder, cardamom and smoke clinging sour at the edges, and his hand finds my elbow.I push past him. My legs won't listen.The crescent on my skin pulls me toward the courtyard rubble, and I hate that my body answers it before my mind can refuse.The obsidian pieces snap together with a wet, heavy click. Glass stands almost whole, humming in the dirt, and the crimson pulse answers my mark's frequency.The face form

  • Claimed By Four: The White Wolf Luna    CHAPTER 55: WHAT THE ASH REMEMBERS

    AidenThe siege engine rib still radiates heat under my palm, and charcoal chips off beneath my fingers while I press harder.Forty-seven charred bolts in Aidion's outer wall. I count them twice because the number won't stay where I put it, sliding around behind my eyes.Smoke threads through my teeth while I start again."Forty-eight," I mutter to the ash, correcting myself aloud because being wrong frightens me more than the counting does. "Missed one behind the axle."My breathing isn't steady. My hands are. I need the hands.If the hands stay steady, the count stays true. If the count stays true, maybe the twelve missing stop sliding behind my eyes.Jace drops from the wall above, boots hitting gravel hard, and he says nothing while I finish.Then he kicks a bent bolt free and tosses it aside.We work the same stretch without discussing it, shoulders almost touching, and when I reach for a brace his hand is already there."You're counting the bolts," Jace says."Someone has to.""

  • Claimed By Four: The White Wolf Luna    CHAPTER 54: THE SOUL WEAVE SPARK

    LunaMy knees hit the flagstones before I finish the step. Exhaustion has nothing to do with it.Below the spire, something hooks my sternum and pulls. A slow grinding yank, synced to vibration from the crypts.Steel rings beyond the courtyard wall. A shouted order. The scrape of heavy boots.White light spills from my palms, faster than I can hold. It cracks the worn stone under my fingers.I'm still scanning for Raven's shadow when the pull hits again.Aiden reaches me first, frost crawling up his forearms. He steadies the shaking pressure around us. His jaw tightens when Jace steps closer. Neither man moves away."Stop bracing against it," Aiden says, dropping to one knee. "You'll tear yourself open fighting the cycle.""It started when the mirror spoke." I choke the words through gritted teeth. "Something in the deep vaults is pulling."Blood sits thick on my tongue. My spine mark screams, vibrating the golden thread Zara wove. Every breath catches, tight and splitting."Then we e

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    JaceMy claws rip through a lieutenant's collarbone. Bone gives wet and soft. Charred wood and cardamom flood my tongue.Three strides left, Aiden's frost locks the second.We don't look at each other. We don't need to.The twin bond hums between my ribs. Struck-wire taut, no Luna threading the channel. Just him and me, before everything broke.I go low, sweeping two legs out. Aiden cuts high, silver steel through torchlight. My shoulders drop while his blade finds the space overhead.Same way they did at twelve. Fighting yard dogs behind the kennel. His elbow always brushing my ear.His body moves and mine answers. The frost gathers in his palm, pressing behind my own teeth. Cold air building where my molars sit.I adjust my arc before understanding why.The third lieutenant catches both elements at once. Shatters across the flagstones.Three bodies hit blood-slicked stone. I barely register the fight is over."Left shoulder's open," Aiden says. Flat, breathless.I don't answer. I'm

  • Claimed By Four: The White Wolf Luna    CHAPTER 52: RAVEN'S GAMBIT

    POV: LunaThe ancient shout presses behind my sternum. Not fading. Settling deeper, like the Queen carved a groove in my ribs and left her thumbprint there. My palms tremble against the cold rampart stone. Pear skin and white musk cling to my skin, too sweet, too human, for what I just did to those men below.Dawn reveals what darkness hid. Blood caught in flagstone cracks. Broken siege machinery smoking in the valley. The reek of charred pine resin and hot iron climbing the walls.A shadow clips the light above.Raven clears the battlement wall in a single leap. No rope. No ladder. She launches off the collapsing siege tower frame, twists midair without checking the distance, and lands close enough that I can see the dried blood on her knuckles. Two curved blades already drawn. The impact cracks two flagstones beneath her boots.Myrrh hits me before she straightens. Thick. Funeral-sweet. Wrapped around overripe plum fermenting in the dark."You shouted loud enough to crack the ridge

  • Claimed By Four: The White Wolf Luna    CHAPTER 51: THE WHITE WOLF'S COMMAND

    POV: Luna"Come."The word settles behind my eyes, warm, pulling at something deep in my chest that wants to stop fighting. My shoulders drop before I can stop them. My jaw unclenches.I push onto my elbows. My legs shake like they belong to somebody else.Flint catches my wrist before my feet hit the ground. His shoulder is still bandaged where I pulled Draven's rot out with my own hands. He looks at the wound. Looks away. Looks at the tent pole instead."My Queen, no. Your body needs rest. Healer said twelve hours, minimum.""How long was I under?" The words scrape out thin."Three hours.""Three hours." I get past him, one hand on the tent pole. "And nobody woke me.""Aiden gave the order." Flint backs up, both palms raised. "Said if your heart stopped, he'd start it again himself.""Aiden can restart me after I've saved his pack."I shove through the flap. The Link presses under my skin, faint and clogged. Static. Distant pulses I can barely sort into individual minds.The stairs

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