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SILVER IN THE SHADOWS New strategy
Nights were never silent since the war.Stone carried every sound the murmur of sentries, the scrape of boots, the low groans of wind pushing against old shutters. But in the corner chamber Ryker had claimed for them, the noise faded to something softer, almost like a lullaby.They lay tangled together on the narrow cot, armor discarded in a heap that smelled of iron and ash. A single candle guttered at the bedside, throwing their shadows tall against the wall.For once, Trixie was not wrapped in the commander’s mantle. She lay with her back pressed to Ryker’s chest, his arm curled over her, hand spread warm and protective across her stomach. The gesture might have seemed possessive, but it wasn’t , he was guarding both of them with nothing more than his palm.“You’re awake” she murmured, half-drowsy.“I don’t sleep much when you’re this close” he said, his voice roughened by fatigue but threaded with affection. “Feels like wasting time I’ll never get back.”Her lips curved faintly, th
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS Our little secret
The Hollow came at dusk.The pack held the ridge line, shields braced in a jagged arc against the downhill charge. Steel rang sharp in the thinning light, sparks scattering like fireflies crushed under boot.Trixie was there at the front, as always. Armor cinched, sword at hand , her voice cutting through the chaos with the steadiness her warriors clung to.But Ryker, fighting a pace to her left, noticed what others could not.Her blade still struck true, but slower. Her parries came half a beat behind. Where once she had darted like a hawk between gaps in the Hollow’s swarm, tonight her movements were heavier, each step more deliberate.The Hollow pressed. One surged high, jagged claws aimed for her throat. Trixie caught the strike but barely. The counter that should have been swift and lethal faltered, her shoulder dipping as though the weight of the world tugged her bones.Ryker moved before thought. His axe split the Hollow’s skull with a crack that echoed, ichor spattering across
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS Gift or curse
The wind off the southern ridges carried a strange hush that morning too calm, too clean. Trixie stood alone beneath the overlook in the high court garden, where the frost had not yet touched the stone. Moss crept through the cracks of Luna’s old balustrade and a bird just one flitted between the dying ivy with a freedom she envied.She rested both hands on the stone railing, steadying herself against the sudden wave of nausea.It had come and gone in strange tides over the last few days. At first, she’d blamed fatigue, poor rations, the stress of command but none of those things made her heart thrum oddly against her ribs, or caused her body to feel like it was somehow… waiting.Another dizzy moment swelled and passed. She exhaled through her nose, slow and measured. The scent of mint clung to her sleeves a balm Ryker had burned near their shared cot two nights before. Sleep had barely touched her. And his fingers, when they brushed her back in the dark, had paused just a second lon
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS The Ridge
The first silver light of morning poured through the high, arched windows of Luna’s inner keep, slicing into the war chamber in long, ethereal beams. Dust motes drifted through that pale glow, drifting above cold stone walls etched with centuries of scars. The lingering scent of embers still clung to the air, mingled with the sharp tang of iron—a reminder that the forge and the battlefield were never far apart. Soldiers clustered in dim pools of light, their voices hoarse with fatigue, armor clinking softly as they shifted. Boots scraped against ancient tiles, echoing like whispered warnings.Trixie entered without announcement. Her cloak, dark as ravens’ wings, hung loosely over one shoulder; her hair was half‑tied, tendrils escaping to frame her face. She moved like a blade in shadow: precise, purposeful, and oddly softened around the edges. She looked every inch the commander once more, yet there was a gentler stillness at her lips and a quiet steel behind her eyes. She walked to t
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS ''Tension''
The moon hung sharp and white over the high terrace of Luna’s keep, casting long shadows across the carved spires and cold stone balustrades. Below, the forests were quiet but it was a brittle, watching quiet, not peace.Trixie leaned against the railing, arms folded, cloak tugged tight against the wind. The scroll bearing Trisha’s mark lay open beside her on the stone table, the wax seal broken clean through.Ryker emerged from the inner chambers, rubbing the back of his neck, his tunic half-buttoned and his eyes tired. He caught the look on her face and didn’t speak at first. Just crossed the terrace and stood beside her, shoulder to shoulder.“How bad?”“Two Ridge dead,” Trixie said. “One of ours crippled. Three Hollow down. One fled.”Ryker blew out a breath. “So it begins.”“It never stopped. We just convinced ourselves it had.”She turned to him then, eyes hard and rimmed in sleeplessness. “They didn’t strike Luna land. Just Ridge. Just enough to send a message.”He frowned. “To
SILVER IN THE SHADOWS Hollow attacks
The sixth dawn since the truce broke silver across the Ridge. Frost glistened on pine needles, and breath rose in quiet clouds from the nostrils of riders moving in pairs-Ridge and Luna, russet and silver side by side down narrow trails between ancient trees. Their bannered cloaks hung low, dulled by mud and wear, but their pace was steady. The forest watched in hush.Trisha rode near the center of the patrol, her expression unreadable, eyes scanning tree line and sky alike. Serin kept to her right, ever alert. On her left was Kael, Luna’s envoy captain—slight and sharp, with steel-bound braids and a gaze that missed nothing.This was the fourth joint patrol to pass without incident. Their steps had become practiced. Ridge scouts no longer flinched at Luna’s questions. Luna’s wolves no longer marked Ridge movements with skepticism. A kind of silence had settled not one of peace, but of familiarity. Of rhythm.At the base of a ridge slope, they paused near a shared cache: root cellar du
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