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Chapter Nine — Day Four

Author: HRLM
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-29 12:54:31

The Cells

By day four, the lower corridor stank like fear.

It was sour and rank, thick in the stone, clinging to the air like damp.

Lux had gotten used to it.

He hadn’t started out a hard wolf. He wasn’t one of those bruiser types who strutted around the training yard, slamming shoulders and laughing loud. He was a watcher. A listener. One of the ones you forgot was in the room until he suddenly wasn’t.

Now?

Nobody forgot Lux was here.

He hadn’t moved from his post in almost two days. He’d slept standing up in little snatches, chin down, arms folded, back against the cold support beam in that narrow hall outside the cells. He’d taken water only when Kade personally told him to drink. He’d pissed in a bucket and set it aside without leaving his station.

Kade had told him “you’re her guard.”

Lux had heard that.

Lux had carved that into his bones.

So when wolves came down the hallway on “errands,” Lux had stared them down until they turned around and went right back up without so much as
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