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CHAPTER 33: THE FERAL SHADOW

作者: Inkbyjane
last update 公開日: 2026-06-12 12:38:15

ELENA'S POV

The heavy obsidian throne room was finally quiet, but the air was still full of the metallic tang of fresh blood. I stood near the base of the grand dais, the ancient, blood-stamped treaty gripped tightly in my left hand. The centuries-old parchment felt cool against my skin, a physical reminder that the Western Territory had finally returned to the Eclipse lineage. The nightmare of my childhood was over. The thieves had been exposed. Nikolai stood just a foot away from me, his ma
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    ELENA'S POV ​Kaelen’s eyes scanned my face hungrily, tracing the jagged silver scar on my jawline before locking onto my defiant gaze. His breath hit my cheek in ragged gasps. The intoxicating scent of midnight rain and ozone rolled off him, a stark contrast to the stale copper tang of blood filling my own mouth. ​"Elena," he whispered again, his voice dropping into a fractured tone that sounded entirely unbefitting of the crown prince of the West. "How... how are you still alive? The scouts said you perished in the northern frost three winters ago." ​"Disappointed?" I rasped, my teeth clamped together as I fought the invisible weight anchoring my knees to the floor. I refused to look down at his blade. Instead, I stared directly into his stormy eyes, letting my voice drip with venom. "I didn't crawl out of the frozen wastes just to die in your bedroom, Kaelen. Lower your weapon." ​"You broke into my private quarters in the dead of night, masked and armed," he countered, though

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    ELENA'S POV I took a deep breath, my fingers tightening around the hilts of my hidden daggers. "I have to get to the royal quarters. I have to warn him." Nikolai let out a harsh, defeated growl at my declaration. He knew there was no changing my mind once I chose a path, but his jaw remained set in a dangerous line. ​"Fine," he spat, his fists curling tightly at his sides. "But you cannot walk through the front gates of the royal wing. Richard has replaced all of Kaelen's honor guards with his own elite bronze sentries after our last visit. The corridors are a death trap now." ​Anya tentatively stepped forward from the shadows, her hands wringing her stained linen apron. "There... there is another way, Lady Elena. Do you remember the old servant’s dumbwaiter in the deep eastern pantry? The vertical wooden shaft used to haul fresh linens and royal breakfasts directly up to the prince’s private quarters?" ​"The service tunnels," I said, a sudden clarity washing over me. "They

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    ELENA’S POV Before their swords could completely clear their scabbards, Nikolai grabbed the heavy wooden laundry tub from the wet cobblestones and shattered it across the chests of the two leading sentries. In the sudden explosion of soapy water and splintered wood, I lunged forward. My twin daggers caught the third guard in the throat gap of his bronze armor, while Nikolai’s iron grip snapped the neck of the fourth. "In here! Quick!" a frantic voice gasped from the alleyway. It was Anya, my childhood kitchen omega. She pulled open a rusted iron grate leading beneath a dilapidated vegetable stall, shoving us down into the dark just as a secondary patrol sprinted past the main street above. Now, inside the suffocating blackness of the root cellar, I turned my head, my eyes slowly adjusting to the gloom. Anya was leaning against a thick wooden support beam, her hands trembling violently as she wiped soapy water onto her tattered linen apron. Tears had cut clean tracks through t

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    ELENA'S POV The iron edge of the guard's gauntlet grazed my cheek as I threw my weight backward. "Now!" I hissed. Nikolai didn't hesitate. Abandoning his submissive merchant facade, his arms flexed, ripping the heavy leather reins completely out of the horse's harness to use them as a whip. He snapped the leather across the leading guard's throat with a sickening crack, sending the man crashing into the mud. "Hold on!" Nikolai roared. He slammed his boot into the wagon’s brake lever, forcing the heavy vehicle into a skidding turn. I drew my twin daggers from my sleeves, deflecting a crossbow bolt mid-air as two guards rushed the side of the cart. With a fluid, lethal spin, I drove my blade through the gaps of the nearest guard's bronze armor. But as I went to summon my shadow form to finish the rest, my signet ring flared with an agonizing, white-hot heat. A violent spasm shot up my arm, paralyzing my shoulder. "Elena, jump!" Nikolai yelled, abandoning the horses as the

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    ELENA'S POV The heavy iron maps on the war council table were nearly crushed flat beneath the weight of Nikolai’s fist. The temperature inside the high spire had plummeted to near-freezing, driven down by the suffocating pressure of the Alpha King’s fury. "I will tear his palace down to the foundation stone," Nikolai growled, his voice a terrifying vibration that made the glass lanterns on the walls rattle in their frames. His silver eyes blazed with a wild, feral energy that none of his advisors dared to look at directly. "They targeted our water. They targeted our people. And they pushed Elena to the absolute brink of death to force her hand." "Alpha King, the vanguard we captured is still secure in the lower barracks," Alpha Silas said, stepping forward cautiously, his yellow eyes tracking Nikolai’s pacing form. "We can execute them as a message to old King Richard. Let them see what happens when they cross the border with poison." "No," Nikolai snapped, his knuckles turni

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