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BLOOD ON THE THRESHOLD

Author: Papichilow
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-13 16:27:02

The forest outside Milo’s safehouse was breathing wrong. That’s the only way I can describe it—like the whole place had lungs and it was sucking air in too fast, holding it in too long.

We’d been back less than an hour since the rescue, and already the girl—Kaela—had turned the whole room into a pressure cooker. She sat cross-legged on the couch, tiny fingers curled around that shard of the Moonfire Pendant like it was her heartbeat. Lira hovered nearby, every instinct screaming “protect,” while Roman paced the perimeter like a caged storm.

Kellen stayed near the doorway, leaning on the frame with that lazy predator stance. He hadn’t said much since we got back, but his eyes never left Kaela. I wasn’t sure if he was guarding her or studying her.

Probably both.

Milo slammed the last of the window shutters shut. “If anyone saw you leave that compound,” he said, “we’re already dead. And by the way—thanks for not mentioning the whole ‘twin pendant’ thing before we strolled into the lion’s
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  • Marked in the Middle   The Breaking Line

    The air was still buzzing from the ritual circle, the metallic taste of blood thick on my tongue. My hands trembled, not just from exhaustion but from the way the pendant had burned against my chest, like it had fused itself deeper into my skin.Roman’s eyes met mine across the ruined chamber, the glow of dying embers casting shadows over his face. He was alive, barely scratched, but there was something in his expression that set my heart stumbling. He wasn’t just worried—he was afraid.And if Roman Vale was afraid, then we were standing on the edge of something none of us were ready for.“You felt it too, didn’t you?” I asked, my voice hoarse.Roman took a step closer, his boots crunching on broken stone. “I felt it. The pendant didn’t just react—it chose you, Nora. You’re not holding power anymore. You are the power.”I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to rip the damn thing off and throw it into the fire. But I couldn’t. Even if I trie

  • Marked in the Middle   The Edge of Shadows

    The night air clung to my skin like smoke, heavy with pine and damp earth. Viremont’s streets stretched out behind me, dim and quiet, the kind of silence that wasn’t natural. Not after the chaos we’d stirred. The city wasn’t sleeping—it was holding its breath.Grayson’s voice still echoed in my ears from moments earlier, his warning cutting sharper than the dagger strapped at my hip. “If we make one wrong move, we’re done. Silver Ash won’t forgive twice.”Too late for forgiveness.We’d split the team after Kael’s intel dump exposed just how wide the rot went inside Silver Ash. Lira stayed behind to trace the flow of their stolen cash, while Janie guarded what little ground we’d managed to secure. Roman had disappeared into the neutral zones, chasing whispers of a survivor who’d seen the Luna’s real killer.That left me.The pendant pressed against my chest, burning faintly through my shirt, like a brand reminding me who I was. Or maybe wh

  • Marked in the Middle   Shattered Lines

    The railyard was fire and teeth.Every sound cut into me—the screech of metal, the crack of bone, the wet snap of claws tearing through flesh. Wolves blurred in the shadows, friend against foe until the lines vanished, until it was only blood and survival.I ducked under a swipe, the claws grazing my shoulder, hot pain searing my skin. My knife was already in my hand. The wolf lunged again, and I drove the blade up beneath its ribs, feeling the shudder as it collapsed. My chest heaved, but there was no time to breathe. Another came.Across the yard, Roman was a storm, his movements precise, his commands sharp enough to cut through the chaos. Fighters tried to hold formation, but the betrayal had fractured everything. Too many of our own had switched sides, and now it felt like drowning under an endless tide.“Nora!”I spun toward the voice. Kael barreled into a rogue wolf, his blade flashing. He was covered in blood, but his eyes burned,

  • Marked in the Middle   The Bait

    The air inside the safehouse had turned sour. Every conversation felt jagged, every glance held suspicion. Even the walls seemed to hum with unease, like the building itself knew what Roman had suggested.Me. As bait.I sat at the edge of the table, fingers drumming against the scarred wood, trying to mask the storm inside me. Janie perched across from me, gnawing her lip, eyes darting from Roman to Kael like she was watching a fuse burn down to a stick of dynamite.Roman stood near the window, the light outlining the edges of his frame, sharp as a blade. His voice was calm but unyielding. “It’s the only way. The Silver Ash Pack won’t expose themselves unless they’re convinced they have a shot at her. Nora draws them out. We control the ground. We control the fight.”Kael slammed his palm down so hard the table rattled. “You’re not hearing yourself. You’re throwing her to the wolves—literally.”Roman’s gaze didn’t flinch. “I’m protecting

  • Marked in the Middle   Shattered Bonds

    The warehouse smelled like rust and old blood. My boots crunched against broken glass as I trailed behind Roman, my pulse a steady drumbeat against my ribs. Kael flanked my other side, his eyes constantly scanning the shadows, every muscle in his body coiled tight like a spring.We weren’t alone here.I could feel it—wolves. Not just rogues, not just the desperate kind that lurked in alleyways. These ones moved with purpose, precision. The kind of wolves who knew how to hunt.“Stay sharp,” Roman murmured, his voice low, his hand brushing mine for half a second. It wasn’t comfortable. It was grounding. A silent reminder that he was here, that even with enemies pressing in on every side, I wasn’t walking into this blind.But still, my stomach twisted.Because we weren’t just here to track enemies. We were here to see if the whispers were true.That the Silver Ash Pack wasn’t just hunting me. They were splitting from the inside.

  • Marked in the Middle   The Hollowfang Run

    The horn shattered the night.Its call rose long and low across the Hollowfang camp, pulling every wolf to their feet. Fires flared higher, drums thundered harder, and a frenzy of snarls and howls split the dawn.I pushed myself up from the dirt, heart pounding, every nerve in me raw. Sleep hadn’t come; I’d just laid there staring at the stars, waiting for this. For the moment they threw us into the maw of their tradition.Roman was already standing. His posture was sharp, shoulders tense, eyes scanning the camp like a soldier preparing for battle. Janie clung to his shadow, her face pale, lips tight. Kellen was silent, standing a little apart, as if he’d known this moment his entire life.The Hollowfangs swarmed the clearing. Some shifted into wolves, thick-coated beasts with frothing jaws and eyes that glowed with savage delight. Others stayed human, but their smiles were worse — sharp, mocking, hungry. This was a sport for them. They’d come to

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