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Chapter 9
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2026-05-16 06:00:24The rain came down harder, washing the blood and mud from the asphalt in murky, swirling rivers. The air smelled of ozone, burnt rubber, and the copper tang of blood.
My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I sat frozen in the mud, clutching Sayler’s unconscious body to my chest. My son was pale, his breathing shallow, but the terrifying white light had faded from his eyes. He was just a little boy again—exhausted, cold, and scared.
I looked up, s
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NASH POVThe world swung in a nauseating rhythm.Up, down, bump, sway.I wasn't walking. I was cargo. I was a sack of grain being hauled to market. The rough bark of the stretcher dug into my spine, and through the canvas, I could feel the uneven strain of Jace and Torin’s muscles as they navigated the root-choked forest floor.Every step they took was a punch to my pride.I closed my eyes, but the darkness offered no relief. It only amplified the sensory details of my humiliation. I could smell the sweat of the young wolves carrying me—not the clean sweat of exertion, but the sour tang of anxiety. They were afraid. They weren't afraid of the enemy; they were afraid of breaking the merchandise. They were treating me like fine china, like a fragile relic of a bygone era.I was the Dire Wolf. I was the monster who cracked ribs and snapped necks. I wasn't supposed to be carried.I opened my eyes.Remy
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REMY POVThe forest didn't feel like home anymore.It felt like a mouth waiting to close.The canopy overhead was a suffocating blanket of grey moss and pine needles, blocking out the bruised purple sky of the clearing we had escaped from, but letting in the damp, biting chill of the coming winter. The silence here wasn't the heavy, magical silence of the Deadlands; it was a tense, watchful quiet. The birds weren't singing. The squirrels were frozen in the bark of the oaks.I moved through the underbrush, my boots sinking soundlessly into the moss. I hadn't gone far—just to the ridge line to scan the horizon for Marcus’s cabin. I hadn't found it. The woods had shifted in the years I was gone, or maybe the Deadlands had distorted my internal compass.I was turning back, the cold knot of anxiety in my chest tightening with every step, when the wind shifted.It carried a scent that froze the blood in my veins.
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NASH POVThe return to consciousness wasn't a gentle rising tide; it was a violent shipwreck against a jagged shore.The first sensation was the smell—pine needles, damp earth, and the faint, acrid tang of woodsmoke. It wasn't the sterile, metallic smell of the Deadlands, nor the cloying rot of Morana’s temple. It was the scent of home, twisted into something cruel by the context of the cold hard surface beneath my back.I forced my eyes open.The world was a blur of grey and shadow, slowly resolving into rough, hewn stone blocks. A ceiling blackened by centuries of soot loomed above me, arching high like the ribcage of a great beast. I wasn't on the muddy riverbank. I wasn't in the open air where the drones hunted.I was lying on a narrow cot, a crude frame of rough-hewn timber draped with a wool blanket that smelled of must and old cedar. A fire crackled in a pit at the center of the room, the only source of light in
The Alpha Who Forgot Me Chapter 34
REMY POVThe rain didn't feel like water here; it felt like judgment.It wasn't the cleansing, purifying rain of the Silver Creek forests that smelled of pine and damp earth. This was a cold, stinging deluge that carried the metallic tang of the Deadlands on the wind, a persistent reminder of the void we had just crawled out of. It washed the grey ash from our skin, leaving rivers of muddy sludge running down our arms and legs, but it couldn't wash away the memory of the silence.I dragged him.My boots sank inches into the mud with every step, the suction trying to claim me, trying to pull me back down into the earth. Nash was dead weight. He was six feet three inches of pure muscle, even in his wasted state, a heavy, dead anchor I refused to let go of.I had his arm draped over my shoulders, my hand gripped tight around his wrist. His head lolled against my collarbone, his dark hair plastering to my face, mingling with my own. I could feel the fever radiating off him even through th
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NASH POVMy left leg was a dead weight strapped to my hip, a throbbing anchor of agony that dragged behind me like an unwanted chain. The Star-Fang Dagger had burned away the infection, cauterizing the flesh and sealing the wound, but the surgery had been crude. The nerves were angry, screaming with every step I took on the makeshift crutch. Every impact of the wood against the ground sent a jolt of white-hot lightning up my spine, causing my vision to swim in a haze of red and black.We had walked for four hours.Four hours of dragging, stumbling, and sweating. The rain had started an hour ago, a cold, relentless drizzle that soaked through the torn fabric of my clothes and chilled the fever that still raged beneath my skin. It wasn't the fever of illness, but the fever of trauma. My body was rejecting the reality of what I had become. I was the Alpha of Silver Creek. I was the Dire Wolf, the descendant of the First Alpha. I had led armies into
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REMY POVThe transition from the Deadlands to the mortal world wasn't a sudden burst of color or a triumphant fanfare; it was a slow, suffocating bleed of atmosphere. The heavy, purple pressure that had crushed our lungs for days simply evaporated, replaced by a damp, biting cold that smelled of pine needles, wet earth, and the metallic tang of ozone. My lungs seized, eager for the moisture, greedy for the oxygen that the void had starved them of.But the air tasted like ash.We were standing on the edge of a ridge, looking down into the valley that should have felt like home. The Silver Creek territory. Trails I had run, mountains I had howled at under the full moon. It looked like a graveyard. The sky above us was a churning mass of charcoal-grey clouds, mirroring the desolation we had just escaped. The forest below was silent—not the peaceful silence of nature, but the silence of a place holding its breath.Nash swayed beside me.
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