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CHAPTER SIXTY ONE: THE SYMBOL ON THE MAP
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2026-10-11 02:41:54
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MY MATE REJECTED ME ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT. NINE MONTHS... CHAPTER SIXTY TWO: LOOSE ENDS
"I need to ask you something," I said to Kane, the morning after Corinne's letter arrived, "and I need an honest answer, not whatever you think I want to hear.""Alright.""Selene. What actually happened to her, after the interrogation, I realized this morning I never asked, and neither did you, not once in all the chaos since."Kane's expression shifted, something uncomfortable crossing it. "She's still in Ashwood custody. Held, but not formally charged with anything beyond complicity. I kept meaning to deal with it properly and kept finding something more urgent demanding my attention instead.""That's not an answer that sits well with me.""It doesn't sit well with me either." He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaustion and guilt tangled together. "She gave us everything we needed to find Bertrand's lodge, to understand Tarrow's reach. Whatever she did, she also chose, in the end, to help us stop it. I don't know what justice actually looks like for someone who's both those things
MY MATE REJECTED ME ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT. NINE MONTHS... CHAPTER SIXTY ONE: THE SYMBOL ON THE MAP
Corinne's reply arrived two days later, this time carrying something more than an apology.Mia,One of Petra's old contacts remembered something. A rider passed through her territory six days ago, before any of this began, asking careful questions about healers who kept secrets for a living. The rider wore no pack colors at all. Deliberately plain, but she described a mark on his saddle, small, easy to miss. A circle broken by three lines, crossing at the center.I've seen that mark once before, Mia. Years ago, in a report a Cade scout filed and nobody acted on, describing unmarked riders meeting near the eastern crossroads. I dismissed it then as nothing. I don't think I can anymore.— CorinneI read it twice, something cold and familiar settling low in my stomach, a memory surfacing from months ago that I'd nearly forgotten entirely."The crossroads," I said slowly. "Roman. The night at the bunker, before everything with Vantage began. You mentioned old scent traces near a crossroad
MY MATE REJECTED ME ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT. NINE MONTHS... CHAPTER SIXTY: WHAT BRAMWELL REMEMBERED
CHAPTER SIXTY: WHAT BRAMWELL REMEMBEREDBramwell woke to the smell of damp stone and the dull throb of a wound along his temple he didn't remember taking.It came back slowly, the riders at dawn Elowen's sharp, startled cry. The useless, aging strength of his own body throwing itself between her and the men who'd come for her, and failing.He was in a cellar. it was small, windowless, lit by a single lantern someone had left burning out of what felt almost like courtesy.Elowen sat across from him, bound at the wrists, her ancient, weathered face set in a calm that Bramwell had come, over four decades of knowing her, to recognize as her particular brand of fury."You're awake," she said. "Good. I was beginning to think they'd hit you harder than they meant to.""Where are we?.""I don't know. Somewhere they consider secure enough to hold us without worrying about rescue." Her eyes, sharp despite her age, moved toward the door. "They haven't said much. Only that someone wants to speak
MY MATE REJECTED ME ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT. NINE MONTHS... CHAPTER FIFTY NINE: THE TRAIL GONE COLD
Bramwell's note gave no address, it had no landmark only a region, it was vague and enormous, somewhere east of Vantage's old border.We rode for two days with nothing but instinct and Corinne's half-remembered healer network to guide us.Nothing.Then, on the third morning, a name surfaced. A village, small and forgotten. The kind of place no one thought to look.We rode hard.—The village was empty when we arrived.It was not abandoned, it was empty like someone had left in a hurry.A door hung open. A fire still smoldering, hours cold."They were here," Roman said, crouching beside the hearth. "Recently."Kane found the first sign of trouble near the well. Blood, not much but, enough.My stomach dropped.Careful, my wolf said. Someone else found this place too.I know."Bramwell wouldn't leave blood behind and say nothing," I said. "Unless he didn't have a choice."We searched the small house at the village's edge, the one Bramwell's letter implied, and found it ransacked. The fur
MY MATE REJECTED ME ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT. NINE MONTHS... CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT: THE NAME WE ALMOST LOST
The letter arrived unsealed, hastily folded, the handwriting shaking enough in places that I had to read some lines twice to make them out.Miss Ashford,You don't know me directly, though Petra may have mentioned my name. I am Bramwell. I have spent the better part of four decades keeping a woman named Elowen safe, hidden, protected from a world that forgot her the moment it was convenient to.*Word has reached even this quiet corner of the region. Tarrow's exile. Bertrand's fall. The accounting, the hearing, the truth about the Aisling bloodline finally spoken aloud after four generations of silence. I did not expect any of it to find me here. I was wrong.**Someone came asking questions three days ago. I do not know who sent them. I do not know what they wanted beyond confirmation that Elowen still exists. I lied. I do not know if they believed me.**I am moving her tonight, to somewhere even I will not commit to paper. But I am writing to you because I think the time for hiding he
MY MATE REJECTED ME ON OUR WEDDING NIGHT. NINE MONTHS... CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN: NOWHERE TO RUN
The message came four days after we returned home.A single line, from one of Kane's own scouts, still watching the old quarry lodge on the chance Bertrand hadn't gone far.He's here. Alone. Moving fast. Come now.Roman was already calling for horses before I'd finished reading it twice."Alone," Kane said, reading over my shoulder. "No allies left, no Tarrow to hide behind, he's cornered.""Cornered men do desperate things," Roman said grimly. "We move carefully. No mistakes this close to the end."—We reached the lodge by nightfall, Kane's scout waiting at the treeline, tension written across every line of him."He knows we're coming," the scout said. "He's been packing since midday. Whatever he's planning, he's planning it fast."We circled the building in silence, Roman's guard fanning out, and I felt my wolf go sharp and focused beneath my ribs.Careful, she said. This isn't Tarrow. This is a man with nothing left to lose.I know.We found him in the back room, a satchel half-pa
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