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After the attack
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Her Enemy, His Curse And then what
ArielleThe howl tore through the night like a blade.It wasn’t just sound—it was a claim. A reminder. A promise of ruin.Every muscle in my body went rigid. The silver inside me flared in recognition, writhing as though it had heard the voice of a master it refused to obey. I pressed a hand to my chest, breath short, fighting to hold it down. Not now. Not like this.Lucian’s hand dropped from my cheek to my shoulder, anchoring me. His presence steadied me the way stone steadies a crumbling wall. But even stone cracks under enough weight.Another howl followed, closer this time, joined by a chorus of answering voices. The pack. They filled the night with their hunger, a sound that slithered through the trees and over the walls, seeding doubt in every heart within earshot.The courtyard stirred again. Warriors rushed to the battlements, blades flashing, faces hard with terror they didn’t want to admit. The silence that had held us fractured into whispers.“He’s calling them.”“They’ll
Her Enemy, His Curse The silence before
ArielleThe horn stopped after the third call.It left the courtyard in a silence more suffocating than noise, every warrior’s breath visible in the frost, every hand tight on a weapon. The firelight flickered against armor and steel, painting shadows that looked too much like shapes moving in the night.But no attack came. Not yet.Lucian’s orders shifted from battle-readiness to waiting. Scouts slipped beyond the walls, fading into the darkness with only the crunch of snow to mark their passage. Those left behind held their breath as if the sound alone might summon Dane.I hated waiting.The silver stirred restlessly in my veins, a low pulse against my skin, whispering to be used. It felt him, too—I was sure of it. Like a storm scenting the air before the first strike of lightning.Lucian stayed near, his presence steady even as his eyes tracked every shadow. When he finally spoke, it was in a voice low enough only I could hear.“He’s testing us. Waiting to see if we’ll break before
Her Enemy, His Curse Firelight
LucianThe night was sharp with cold, the kind that crept under armor and whispered against bone. I had circled the stronghold twice, my boots crunching over frost, my eyes on every torch and every shadow. It should have eased me, knowing the wards were set, the scouts posted, the walls strong. But nothing could still the unease.War was coming. We had chosen it. But Dane—Dane would welcome it.When I returned, I didn’t find Arielle in her chamber. I found her in the training hall, alone.Torches burned low, their light restless as she moved through the stances I’d taught her. Each strike of her blade was deliberate, sharper than the last, though her ribs were still bound and her body bore the bruises of our last battle. She was breaking herself against silence.And the storm inside her simmered, straining for release.“You should be resting,” I said, leaning against the doorway.Her blade halted mid-arc, then lowered slowly. Her eyes didn’t waver from me. “Resting won’t make me ready
Her Enemy, His Curse The what comes next??
ArielleThe fire in the hearth burned low, the smoke stinging my lungs in ways the storm had not. I stood in the center of the council chamber, shoulders squared though my body still ached, every bruise and torn muscle screaming at me to sit. But I wouldn’t—not here, not in front of them.They had gathered in silence. Elders with silver in their hair, warriors with bandaged arms and split brows, scouts who smelled of dirt and blood. They didn’t look at me the way they looked at Lucian. Their gazes lingered longer, wary, edged with something sharp.Fear.The word cut through me like glass.I had expected gratitude. Respect, maybe. Not this. Not the silence that wrapped tighter with every second I stood there.Lucian shifted at my side, a quiet presence, his eyes scanning the room, daring anyone to speak first.It was one of the elders who finally did. His voice was rough, like gravel. “We saw what you unleashed.”The words were not accusation—not yet—but they weren’t trust, either.My
Her Enemy, His Curse After the attack
AriellePain was the first thing I felt.Not sharp, not clean—just a deep, gnawing ache that stretched from my bones to the marrow itself. My lungs burned as though they had been scoured raw by smoke, my throat dry, lips cracked. For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. The world was dark and heavy, pressing against me like damp earth.Then a hand touched my shoulder. Warm. Steady.“Easy,” Lucian’s voice murmured.My eyes snapped open. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, rough-hewn beams streaked with soot. The scent of scorched timber and wolf fur filled my senses, dragging me back to memory—the clearing torn apart, silver screaming in the night, wolves falling, Dane’s golden eyes burning through the chaos.I tried to push myself upright. Agony lanced through my muscles, and I collapsed with a gasp. Strong arms caught me before I hit the floor.“Don’t,” Lucian warned. His voice was low, but there was an edge of command I couldn’t ignore. “You’ve burned yourself out. You can’t move y
Her Enemy, His Curse All over you
The treeline was quiet now, the crackle of dying fire and the scent of scorched earth the only witnesses to what had just happened. Dane crouched low, golden fur matted, blood streaked across his muzzle and claws, but his eyes burned brighter than ever. He wasn’t beaten—far from it. He had survived, and more importantly, he had seen.Every flash of silver, every surge Arielle had unleashed—it was a glimpse of her raw potential. And he’d tasted it. Just a fraction, and it had left a mark inside him, igniting something he had always known was there: the knowledge that she was more than a weapon to the pack—she was a force of nature that could be bent, if he was cunning enough.Around him, the remaining loyalists slunk through the underbrush, wounded, battered, their trust in him solidified by survival. Some trembled, but none faltered in their devotion. He raised a hand, golden eyes catching the faint moonlight.“Quiet,” he rasped. “We survived because I didn’t let you die. We’ll surviv
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