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CHAPTER 143.
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EDALThe subterranean corridors beneath the high keep grew colder with every flight of stone steps, dropping deep into the living slate of the mountain where the air smelled of damp earth, rust, and salt.Upstairs, the high solar was quiet, but down here in the iron ring, the weight of the mountain pressed flat against the stone walls. Torchlight flickered weakly in the iron brackets, casting long, dancing shadows across the damp flagstones.I reached the bottom landing, my heavy silver-lined boots making crisp, deliberate clicks against the stone.Standing outside the heavy iron-grated cell door was Tarek.His bare chest was wrapped tightly in clean linen bandages, the dark mark of the iron burn still visible beneath the cloth where it swept around his left flank. Though his skin retained the pale, drawn tightness of a man who had barely broken a violent fever two nights prior, his posture was straight, his reddish-copper hair neatly combed back from his face. In his hands, he held a
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EDALThe stone corridor leading down into the lower quarters smelled of old blood and copper.I marched past the guard posts with my silver longsword unsheathed, the sharp tip leaving a shallow, whispering drag line against the flagstones. My teeth were ground down so tight my jaw hurt, my chest burning with a furious, unyielding heat that made the freezing mountain draughts feel like summer air.Tarek was lying in that room, bleeding through his bandages because of a traitorous old snake who thought she could bargain with wild wolves.I slammed my boot against the heavy oak door of the clinic, sending it crashing back against the granite wall with a thud that echoed straight down the subterranean shaft."Where is she?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the quiet like a silver blade.The air inside the lower room was thick, heavy with the scent of pine pitch, burnt skin, and Tarek’s feverish musk. Tarek lay motionless on the low bed of black furs in the alcove, his chest bare, slic
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EZRAThe sharp, metallic scent of burned copper and fresh blood hung suspended under the heavy timber ceiling, so thick it coated the back of my throat.I didn't move an inch. My arms remained locked around Tarek’s upper chest, holding his heavy, muscular frame flat against the oak workbench while his breathing came in shallow, ragged hitches.His reddish-copper hair was soaked through with cold sweat, plastered against his pale forehead. The jagged, black-and-red line of cooked skin along his left flank was completely still now, sealed tight by Korr's brutal iron, but the sheer heat radiating off the wound burned against my bare forearms."Keep his upper body still, Ezra," Rylan rumbled low, his deep voice dragging out like heavy stones grinding together in the subterranean quiet.The massive warrior dropped onto his knees beside the workbench, the stone floorboards creaking under his weight. Sweat ran down his broad, scar-laced chest, mixing with the dark spatters of Tarek’s blood t
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EZRAThe sharp, metallic stench of fresh blood hit me before I even cleared the final archway into the lower clinic. It washed over the familiar smells of dried mint, bitter willow-bark, and burning pine pitch, thick and heavy enough to make my stomach churn.My hybrid ears twitched violently, pinning back against my dark hair as low, frantic voices echoed off the subterranean stone walls."Hold his shoulders down, Rylan!" Korr’s voice boomed through the quiet chamber, stripped completely of its usual calm authority and raw with a dark, primal panic I had never heard from our commander before. "He’s losing too much blood! Drive the iron clamps deeper into the basin!"I sprinted across the cold flagstones, my leather boots slipping slightly on a smear of crimson near the threshold.The clinic was a scene of absolute chaos. The central heavy oak table—the same workbench where Tarek usually measured his tinctures and herbs—was covered in a wide pool of dark red blood.Tarek lay stretched
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EZRAThe spiral stairwell leading to the high tower was a vertical wind tunnel. Cold, mountain air rushed down the narrow granite shaft, carrying the acrid stench of burning pine pitch, black powder, and sharp, metallic blood.Every step up the uneven stone stairs was pure friction. My lower back throbbed with a deep, dull ache, and my inner thighs burned under my leather trousers, every movement reminding me of the heavy, unforgiving weight Korr, Rylan, and Tarek had driven into my skin hours before. I gripped the cold stone wall with my left hand to steady my trembling knees, my right hand tightly holding my unstrung yew longbow.Above me, another heavy thud rattled the stone structure—a iron-headed battering ram striking the reinforced oak doors of the high tower’s lower foyer."Step lively, little wolf!" Brody’s voice boomed down from the landing above.The veteran archer was leaning over the stone parapet, a quiver of heavy, broadhead arrows strapped to his thigh, his gray-bearde
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EZRAThe sharp, brass sound of the war horn cut through the heavy quiet of the lower chamber, reverberating down through the high stone vents in three distinct, rapid blasts.I sat up instantly, a sharp bolt of hot friction shooting through my back and lower spine as my muscles rebelled against the sudden movement. My hybrid ears snapped straight up, pinning back flat against my dark hair as the dazed haze of sleep shattered in a single second.The black fur rug was cold on one side. Korr and Rylan were already on their feet.Korr stood near the iron-reinforced door, fastening the heavy leather straps of his broadsword harness over a dark wool tunic. His scar-laced face was set in a hard, ruthless mask of stone, his grey eyes locked on the ceiling as the horn sounded a second time."That's Brody's signal from the western watchtower," Rylan growled low in his chest, sliding his heavy iron-hilted broadsword into his belt sheath with a sharp *clack*. His dark eyes flashed with an unholy,
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EDAL“You haven't fucked me in two weeks Rylan… Of course I'm wet, Bow shut up and fuck me .” He pushed two fingers inside me without warning. I gasped. My nails dug into his shoulders.“Is this what you need?” he asked, curling his fingers, hitting that spot that made my vision blur.“I need you
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EDALThe smell of burned flesh always came first, Smoke and charred skin. It filled my nose, my throat, my lungs. I couldn't breathe or scream. I was nine years old again, hiding under the kitchen table, watching my mother's body break itself apart.Her spine curved backward first with a loud, we
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EDALI came with his name on my lips. My back arched off the dirt floor. My thighs shook. My breath came in ragged gasps. I saw white behind my eyes, and for a moment, I forgot he'd thrown me away.Then it was over. I lay there, sweaty and disgusting, my hand still between my legs, my chest heaving
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EDALThe night air hit my face Branches scratched my arms. Mud sucked at my boots. My lungs burned. My legs screamed. I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. If I stopped, I'd think about him, and if I thought about him, I'd die.I ran until my body gave out.I collapsed in a ditch … wet and dark and full
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