Chapter Forty: Ashes and Oaths Smoke curled up gently from the damp earth where fires had burned, leaving behind blackened wood and the sharp scent of ash that clung to the air. The pack moved quietly through the compound, gathering debris, tending to the wounded, repairing barricades where the huntersâ assault had left splintered wood and torn earth. Rain had washed away the blood, but it could not wash away the memory of the attack. Maya helped Luca carry blankets to the injured, her small hands pressing cups of water into shaking fingers, her rabbit tucked under her arm, a comforting constant in the chaos. Nico sat beside a rogue boy whose arm had been cut during the fighting, helping him rewrap the bandage while murmuring stories to keep him distracted. âYou were brave,â Nico told him. The boy looked up, hope flickering in his eyes. âDo you think I can be like you one day?â Nico ruffled his hair, a small smile breaking through the tension. âBetter.â Thorne stood by the ga
Chapter Thirty-Nine: Silver and Fire The first scent of them came with the dawn breezeâash, burned oil, and the cold, sharp bite of silver. Raven stood at the window of her chambers, eyes on the treeline as the sun rose pale over frost-laced earth. Shadow was calm beneath her skin, watchful, waiting. Behind her, Ragnar finished strapping on his blades, lightning flickering around his wrists, his storm quiet but ready. âTheyâll come at sunrise,â he murmured. âThey always do,â Raven replied softly. In the courtyard, her warriors and Thorneâs wolves stood together, weapons in hand, lines of tension etched into their faces. Loki adjusted a crossbow over his shoulder, Luca checking the barricades one final time. Nico stood near the children, a blade strapped awkwardly to his hip, Maya clutching his hand, eyes wide but dry. âYou stay with them,â Raven told Nico, resting a hand on his shoulder. âI will,â Nico promised, his jaw set. The first shot rang out, splitting the morning air
Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Scent in the WindThe frost was sharp underfoot as Raven walked the borders before dawn, the world cloaked in a soft grey hush.Shadow was restless, ears pricked, gold flickering in Ravenâs eyes as she inhaled deeply.There.A scent in the wind.Not a rogue.Not the council.Something older.Something was wrong.It smelled of cold metal, charred wood, and ironâa scent that made Shadowâs legs rise and a growl curl in Ravenâs throat.Ragnar joined her, silent in the dawn, lightning flickering softly around him as he scanned the treeline.âYou smell it too,â he said.âI do.âThey stood together, storm and shadow, watching as the wind stirred the branches.A lone crow cawed, lifting into the grey sky.Ragnarâs hand brushed Ravenâs, grounding her. âWhatever it is, weâll handle it.âRaven nodded, her eyes scanning the horizon. âWe always do.âBack at the compound, the pack was already awake, training despite the cold. Thorneâs wolves worked beside Ravenâs warriors,
Chapter Thirty-Seven: New Blood The compound felt different with the rogues inside its borders.The warriors watched from the corners of the yard, weapons within reach, as Thorneâs people unpacked what little they carried. Blankets were distributed, food shared, but the air was tight, heavy with the scent of wariness and fear. Some of Ravenâs pack grumbled quietly, casting dark looks at the newcomers, whispers of âthievesâ and âferalsâ drifting in the cold air. Raven heard them all. Shadow stirred, restless, but Raven stood calm, eyes steady, her presence a quiet command. Maya walked between the new arrivals, her stuffed rabbit clutched under her arm, peering up at them with wide eyes. âAre you hungry?â she asked a girl sitting near the fire, her hair matted, arms wrapped around her knees. The girl looked up, startled, before nodding shyly. Maya hurried away, returning with a bowl of steaming stew, holding it out with a small, proud smile. The girl took it, tears brimming, he
Chapter Thirty-Six: Broken OathsThe air was heavy with smoke and frost as dawn rose over the compound.Warriors moved quietly, tending to wounds, repairing barricades, cleaning blood from blades in silence, broken only by the crackle of the fire.Raven moved among them, checking injuries, offering a word or a touch of reassurance, Shadow a comforting purr beneath her skin.Nico and Maya helped carry water and blankets, the boy they had saved clutching a mug of broth, eyes wide but watching everything with quiet awe.They were pack now.Ragnar found Raven in the training yard, her hands wrapped as she helped a young warrior correct his stance despite the bruise blooming on her ribs.âYouâre supposed to be resting,â Ragnar murmured, stepping close.âSo are you,â she countered, not resisting as he slid his arm around her waist, steadying her.âLoki can take drills,â Ragnar said softly. âCome with me.âShe hesitated, then nodded, letting him guide her toward the treeline, away from curio
Chapter Thirty-Five: Shadows in the ForestThe howls came again just before dawn.Low and mournful calls across the frost-heavy air, echoing off the ridge lines beyond the compound. A call that was not a greeting, but a challenge.Shadow paced beneath Ravenâs skin, restless, her growl vibrating through Ravenâs bones.Theyâre testing us again, Shadow growled.Ragnar stood at Ravenâs side, storm calm but ready, lightning flickering across his fingertips as he scanned the treeline, eyes narrowed.âTheyâre close,â he murmured.The pack gathered in the courtyard, warriors gripping weapons, young wolves ushered inside, the scent of tension sharp and metallic.Loki strapped blades to his wrists, his eyes dark. âHow many do you think?âLuca checked the barricades along the southern fence, shaking his head. âToo many to be a hunting party.âRaven stood before them, her presence grounding, Shadow swirling gold in her eyes.âThis is our land,â she said, her voice calm, carrying in the cold morni