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Shadows of the Ash
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2025-08-18 20:00:02The storm broke sometime after midnight, but the city didn’t breathe any easier. Viremont had this way of soaking up rain and holding it like a grudge, the streets slick and the air heavy with the stench of oil, wet brick, and something darker. By the time I left Roman’s safehouse, my boots were already swallowing puddles, each step a reminder that nothing about tonight was going to stay clean.
I wasn’t alone. Roman kept pace at my side, hood up, shoulders broad enough to part the shadows that seemed to lean in too close. Kellen trailed just behind us, his silence cutting sharper than any blade. The three of us moved like we were tied together by a string of tension that could snap at any second.We weren’t just walking to some nameless bar or neutral ground for a drink. We were heading into Silver Ash territory. Not the heart of it — Roman wasn’t suicidal — but close enough to feel their weight pressing down on us. Close enough that every instinct in my body screa
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Marked in the Middle The Edge of the Blade
The air smelled like smoke and saltwater. The Ash Docks still burned behind us, fires licking the night sky like jagged claws. Every step I took felt heavier, my boots crunching over broken glass and ash. Janie limped beside me, one arm thrown over my shoulder, her weight trembling against me. Kael trailed behind, blade still slick with blood, his eyes scanning every shadow.We shouldn’t have survived. That truth pulsed through me like a second heartbeat. Too many Ash wolves, too many guns, too many burning warehouses collapsing around us—and yet somehow, we crawled out breathing. But just barely.And not without cost.“We need to move,” Kael muttered. His voice was low, clipped, the kind of voice that belonged to someone who already smelled more danger rolling in. “That fire’s going to draw every Silver Ash scout within three miles.”“I can’t—” Janie’s voice broke. She winced as her bad leg dragged uselessly, her jeans soaked in blood.“
Marked in the Middle The Mask of Truth
The silence after Janie’s revelation was the kind that weighed heavy, pressing on every nerve. Her words—“Your mother didn’t die the way you think, Nora”—hung in the air like a knife just waiting to plunge.I stared at her, my throat dry, my pulse hammering so loudly I could barely hear anything else. My mother. The woman whose death had been the one fixed point in my chaotic life. The one thing I thought I knew for sure.“You better start talking,” I said finally, my voice harsher than I intended.Janie shifted uneasily, her fingers playing with the edge of the silver dagger she always kept close. She wasn’t scared—she rarely was—but she looked torn, like saying the words would unravel something she had no power to sew back together.“She was killed, Nora,” Janie said, meeting my eyes. “But not by rogues. Not in some random raid. She was marked for death. And it wasn’t just because she was your mother—it was because of who she was.”I fe
Marked in the Middle Shadows That Speak
The night in Viremont was colder than usual. A damp fog crawled over the streets like something alive, and Nora felt it sink into her bones as she tightened the jacket around herself. Her boots clicked against the cracked pavement as she followed Roman, both of them walking in silence, both carrying too many questions they didn’t yet dare to voice.The pendant pulsed faintly under her shirt, a rhythmic throb that almost matched the beat of her heart. Every time it did, she felt her wolf stir, uneasy, whispering warnings she couldn’t fully understand.Roman finally broke the silence.“They’ll come for you soon.” His voice was low, rough, the kind that carried weight because it came from someone who’d been through hell and back.Nora glanced at him, shadows stretching across his sharp jawline under the streetlamp glow. “The Silver Ash?”Roman shook his head. “Not just them. There’s someone else in play. Someone who knows more about that pendant
Marked in the Middle Shadows in the Den
The silence inside Roman’s office pressed heavier than a storm. No one spoke after Kael’s whispered confirmation that the scent he’d picked up inside the warehouse wasn’t just familiar—it belonged to someone in Roman’s pack.Roman’s jaw was set tight, his knuckles whitening against the arm of his chair as he leaned forward. His amber eyes, sharp with suspicion, swept over everyone in the room—Nora, Kael, Lira, Janie—like he could peel back their skin and strip them down to their loyalty.“Say it again,” Roman demanded, voice low and clipped.Kael shifted uneasily, but his voice didn’t waver. “The scent wasn’t masked well. Whoever was there… they belong to us. One of yours, Roman.”The words hung in the air like a blade.Lira swore under her breath. “You’re saying someone on the inside fed information to Silver Ash?”Kael gave a short nod. “Not just fed. They guided them. The trails were too clean, too precise. They knew how we tr
Marked in the Middle The Silent Council
The night air in Viremont was heavier than usual, carrying a metallic tang that reminded Nora of blood long dried on steel. Her boots hit the cracked pavement with steady rhythm, but inside, her pulse raced. The hunt had shifted into something sharper, something that pulled her toward the city’s underbelly where whispers of the Silver Ash Pack never really died.She pulled her hood low as she approached the old courthouse ruins. It had once been a proud monument of law and order, now reduced to shadows and broken pillars—perfect for the kind of meeting she was walking into.Roman had warned her.“The Silent Council doesn’t gather unless blood is about to spill. You’re walking into a den of wolves that feed on secrets.”But Nora had no choice. The pendant, Lira’s disappearance, and the mounting evidence of betrayal all pointed here. The Silent Council—ancient werewolves who moved between packs like ghosts—held answers. And Nora wasn’t leaving until she had them.Inside, the silence was
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The silence after Janie’s warning was suffocating. Her words—“Nora, the chains aren’t meant to bind the enemy. They’re meant to bind you”—still rang in my head like a curse.I stared at the iron cuffs Roman had dug up, the ones Kael swore belonged to the Silver Ash pack’s blood rites. They gleamed faintly under the dull fluorescent light of the safe house, almost alive, almost waiting.Grayson leaned against the peeling wall, arms folded, face unreadable. Too unreadable. That was what made me itch. Everyone in this damned city seemed to have secrets, and I was stuck in the middle like bait in a trap.“Say something,” I hissed, looking between Kael, Grayson, and Janie. My voice cracked. “What the hell does she mean by that? That I’m supposed to wear these?”Kael’s jaw tightened, and he didn’t meet my eyes.
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