FAZER LOGINThe wind was howling through the stone arches of the Black Citadel. It was early morning, the sun was coming up over the valley clearing the fog.Sarah stood on the east balcony with a mug of hot spiced tea. She wore a dark grey wool coat with a fur collar, her silver blonde hair was pinned up. She looked out at the long stretch of pine trees going toward the Razor Peaks.Under her sweater where her silver mark was, she felt a soft beat. It did not hurt, It felt like a cold clear pulse in the wind.Then she heard heavy steps behind her.Damian came out, he wore a dark leather coat over a black turtleneck. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest to keep her warm."You're up early, my Queen," Damian whispered in her ear.Sarah leaned her head back on his shoulder. "The mountain air is louder than the city. I couldn't sleep."Damian held her close his eyes went to the Razor Peaks in the distance."Dennis told me about the logs fro
The big iron gates of the Black Citadel opened slowly. The sound echoed through the valley.Morning sun came through the clouds and shone on the silver crests on the stone walls. Rows of Blackwood guards stood straight, their dark blue cloaks moving in the cold mountain wind.In the middle of the courtyard, a black armored Maybach stopped.The back door opened and Alpha Dennis Blackwood came out. He wore a heavy navy coat with dark fur over a suit, his white hair was combed neat, and he stood tall and straight.On the stone steps, Beta Marcus and three old elders waited for him. They had stayed loyal during Julian's bad rule.Elder Tobias stepped forward and bowed low. "Welcome home, Lord Alpha Dennis. The Black Citadel is yours again."Dennis looked around at the walls, the towers and the faces of his guards. For 5 years his pack had been broken, lied to, and almost sold off. Today the true ruler was back."No more mourning, Tobias," Dennis said in his deep voice. "Julian's traitors
The High Assembly Hall of the Crown Council was carved out of ancient dark slate rock deep inside the Central Capital.High above the polished black floor, stone arches held massive iron chandeliers filled with flickering white candles. The air was ice cold, smelling of old paper, wet stone and the heavy pressure of fifty regional Alpha lords clan, elders and high ranking human judges seated in tiered stone galleries.At the far end of the grand hall, on a raised platform carved from star steel sat High Envoy Cassian.The Crown Herald wore his clean high collared grey robes, his white hair cut short, his solid silver eyes as unreadable as frozen iron. On his right sat two Crown Inquisitors holding the legal seals of the Continental Treaty; on his left sat two senior human judges from the Central Provincial Court.Down on the floor at the central table sat Sarah and Damian.Sarah looked striking in a tailored dark velvet coat with silver embroidery, her silver blonde hair was braided i
Sarah sat at her dressing table brushing her long thick hair with a brush, her dark brown eyes looked in the mirror as she watched Damian across the room.He stood near the edge of the big bed trying to button a crisp dark grey shirt, his broad shoulders were tense, his jaw tight as he winced, his breath catching. Across his tanned muscular back, the deep pink scars from the cave explosion were swollen, hot to the touch and leaking small drops of clear blood onto the white sheets.Sarah put her s brush down with a soft firm click. She stood up from her dressing table, walking across the rug in her dark silk robe."Damian," Sarah said gently, touching his arm. "Stop moving You're tearing the stitches.""It's just a surface pull Sarah," Damian growled low in his chest, his golden eyes flashing with stubborn, restless energy as he tried to straighten his shirt collar. "The board in the central district is waiting for the signed transport papers and Logan needs me at the northern gate by
The big iron doors of High Envoy Cassian's jail in the capital closed with a loud BANG.Outside, light rain fell on the grey stones but inside the underground jail room, it was quiet and very cold. One bright light shone down on the iron table where Lady Vivienne sat.Her white fur coat was taken away. She wore a dirty wrinkled suit, her wrists were tied with heavy silver cuffs that buzzed when her wolf power tried to come out. Her dark hair was messy around her pale tear stained face.Across the table stood High Envoy Cassian. His white hair was neat, his grey robe was clean and his silver eyes showed nothing as he placed a thick scroll with a gold seal on the table.Behind him stood Sarah and Damian with Captain Logan.Sarah wore a dark velvet coat and trousers, her silver blonde hair tied back neatly. Her brown eyes were cold as she looked at Vivienne. Next to her, Damian stood like a rock, his dark leather coat open, his dark hair is wet from the rain, his golden eyes burning."La
Sarah looked at the glowing glass ball in the woman's hand. Inside the dark ball, a small red light was beating like the heart of the little child sleeping far away at Williams House."She is taking his blood through the glass!" Sarah shouted over the loud dark purple fire."Cover her!" Damian shouted loud.Damian big body ran forward like a gold wave. He swung his big sword down hard, iIt cut through the dark purple fire coming from the cracked stone floor.Marcus and Logan moved together, they raised their guns and shot at the iron walkways above. They shot shiny silver bullets at Vivienne's men.Sparks flew off the iron bars as the men ran back into the dark."Shoot the bottom, Sarah!" Logan shouted over the loud gun noise as he put a new bullet box in his gun. "Don't shoot the shield! Hit the iron ring that holds the altar!"Sarah's brown eyes became very sharp. She pulled her black bow to her face,pulled the tight rope until it made a small hum sound. She looked for the weak spo







