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Roman’s Gambit
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2025-09-10 20:00:44The storm hadn’t stopped in three days.
Rain hammered the roof of the half-broken train depot I’d turned into a command post, dripping through cracked beams and landing in rusty buckets I’d scavenged from the wreck yard. The air smelled of wet steel, oil, and smoke — the scent of survival. My wolves moved like shadows through the ruins, always restless, always on edge. Too many eyes on us. Too many enemies waiting for us to slip.I stood at the edge of the platform, staring at the map spread across a wooden crate. Every line, every note, every symbol carved into that paper was a reminder: war wasn’t coming. It was already here.Kael had the upper hand. He owned Elarrow. He had spies in Viremont, agents in Silver Ash, and mercenaries who didn’t care which banner they bled under so long as their coin came on time. He’d built his empire off fear and loyalty twisted into chains.But me? I wasn’t looking to rule. I wasn’t looking to wear crowns or poli
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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,
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