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Brian’s POVThomas went completely limp in my arms the moment that infamous name slipped past his bloody lips."Move! Get out of the way!" Elder Martha shouted, rushing across the courtyard with two apprentice healers right behind her, carrying a wooden stretcher between them."Lift him carefully, keep his head steady," I ordered, slipping my arms under Thomas's shoulders while Lucan grabbed his legs to transfer his broken body onto the canvas litter. "He is losing too much blood. You stabilize him right now, Martha. Do whatever it takes to keep him breathing, because I need answers the second he wakes up.""We will do everything we can, Alpha," Martha said, applying a thick pad of crushed moon-herb directly to the deep gash on his neck before her team sprinted back toward the infirmary wing.I stood up slowly, wiping Thomas's dark blood onto my trousers while the courtyard erupted into frantic chatter among the gathered guards. Captain Vane was already barking orders to double the wa
Brian’s POVI stared at the blackened brass plate, my eyes fixed on the charred sigil raised on the cold metal surface.The curved lines matched the scorched mark we found carved into the hearth cavity of Marcus's private quarters, proof that this hidden vault belonged to the same conspiracy that had torn our family apart. A sudden wave of cold rage washed over me, pushing aside the lingering chill of the damp cellar air."Vane, bring a broad axe and a heavy pry bar over here right now!" I shouted into the echoing gloom of the chamber, my voice hard and unyielding.Captain Vane hurried across the dusty floorboards, his heavy boots thudding against the stone as he carried a double-bitted iron axe and a thick steel crowbar. "What have you found, Alpha?""This box stays sealed no longer," I growled, taking the heavy iron crowbar directly from his hands. "Lucan, hold your torch right over this latch so I can see where the iron pin meets the frame."Lucan stepped up beside me, lowering his
Mollie’s POVI squeezed past Brian's broad shoulder as he froze in the doorway, my boots planting firmly onto the threshold of the long-abandoned wing.The torchlight in Lucan's hand cast flickering yellow shadows across the floor, illuminating the distinct outlines of boots pressed deep into the heavy grey dust. They were crisp and defined, cutting straight through the ancient grime from the threshold toward the dark interior of the forgotten corridor."These prints are fresh," Brian said, his voice dropping into a dangerous low register as his hand tightened on the leather grip of his broadsword. "Someone was in this room no more than a few days ago.""Look at the heel markings," Lucan murmured, kneeling down near the doorframe while holding his torch closer to the ground. "These are light riding boots. Not guard boots, and certainly not heavy work shoes.""Stay behind me, Mollie," Brian warned, stepping carefully over the prints so he would not disturb the tracking path. "Vane, kee
Brian’s POV"Inside our own fortress?" I snapped, staring down at the dark charcoal dot Mollie had just traced onto the leather map stretched across the flat boulder.My blood ran cold as I leaned closer under the lantern light, my thumb pressing against the exact spot on the map that represented the northwestern corner of our keep. The geometric lines cut into the trees at the border led straight back to our own stone walls, pointing directly at a place I had not stepped foot in since I was a young boy."Look at the intersection angles, Brian," Mollie said, her voice tight with rising anxiety as she held her charcoal stick over the map. "The arc from the southern pine and the angle from the northern oak cross right here, in the old shadow wing behind the high chapel.""That entire section was sealed off forty years ago," Lucan stated, stepping up to the stone with his brow furrowed in deep confusion. "Father told us the foundation beams beneath that wing rotted out during the great sp
Mollie’s POV"Lady Mollie, please step carefully around the outer roots," Captain Vane said softly, holding his iron lantern high as he guided me through the dense fern bushes toward the clearing.I pulled my wool cloak tightly around my shoulders, my eyes scanning the dark pine trees as Brian stepped out from the shadows to take my hand. The cold air in the glade smelled strongly of iron, raw flesh, and burnt cedar, making my stomach turn as I looked down at the forest floor."I brought you out here because I need your eyes on this, Mollie," Brian said in a low, steady voice, pointing his blade down at the center of the small clearing. "Lucan and I found this ten minutes ago, and neither of us has ever seen anything like it on our border routes."I stepped closer, my leather boots sinking slightly into the blood-soaked soil. A massive stag lay stretched out on the damp earth, its chest split open from throat to flank, its ribs pulled apart in a terrifying, precise manner. Surrounding
Brian’s POVI looked at Lucan, seeing the deep regret written across his face as Mollie turned away, her head bowed while silent tears fell onto the dusty cellar floorboards."You should have brought that request to me back then, Lucan," I said, my voice heavy with a mix of anger and grief as I rested my hand on Mollie's trembling shoulder to comfort her."I was terrified, Brian," Lucan replied, looking up at me with raw honesty in his dark eyes. "Arthur had sent three sentries to the gallows the week before just for speaking to a prisoner without permission, and Marcus warned me that my head would be next if I stepped out of line."I let out a long, slow breath, feeling the hard wall of anger between my brother and me crack just a fraction in the quiet archive room. He was young back then, isolated, and manipulated by the same corrupt elders who had torn our pack apart from the inside."Mollie," I murmured softly, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Let me take you back upstairs to your







