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CHAPTER 11
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2026-04-26 05:02:51
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Ashveil was quiet, and Alira was lying in her bed staring at the ceiling with Lucien's warning turning over and over in her head.Lock your door. Don't open it unless you know the voice.She had locked it as instructed, and she was going to go to sleep and stay there until morning like a person with good judgment. Well, that was the plan until she heard the sound.It was soft. The kind of soft that was trying too hard to be nothing. Footsteps, she thought, but slow and uneven, like someone moving carefully in the dark. She lay still and listened and told herself it was nothing. Old buildings made sounds. Ashveil was full of wolves who kept strange hours.Just as she tried to push it out of her mind, she heard the faint sound again, closer this time. Against the better judgement she thought she had, Alira sat up.She knew she shouldn't have allowed her curiosity get the best of her like it always did. She had been told clearly, by a man who did not repeat himself, to stay away from tha
The Alpha's Enemy's Daughter CHAPTER 11
The letter came at dawn.Alira was already awake when she heard the knock. Two sharp raps, then silence. She opened the door to find a young wolf standing there with a sealed envelope in his hand and the look of someone who had been told exactly where to deliver it and nothing else.He held it out without a word.She recognised the seal before she even took it. Dark red wax, pressed with the crest of Oakshade. Her father's mark.She took it. The wolf left.She closed the door and stood in the middle of her room for a moment, just holding it. Then she broke the seal and read.It was short. She had received three letters from her father in her entire life. Each one shorter than the last. He was not a man who believed words were for anything other than instruction. Sentiment, in Roric Vael's world, was a weakness you kept behind closed doors.You will send word of the eastern border patrol schedule. Times, rotations, numbers. Do this within the fortnight. You know what happens if you do
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Lucien had been running for two hours.He shifted back at the eastern border, breathing hard, and stood in the cold morning air with his hands braced on his knees. The trees around him were still. The territory was quiet. Everything was exactly as it should be. And he could still feel exactly where she was.That was the problem. That had been the problem since Greymist Ridge, since the moment their hands had touched during the rite and something inside him had lurched forward like a dog hitting the end of its chain. He had been managing it since then, but it wasn't getting quieter.He straightened up and started back toward Ashveil.He told himself he was going back because the morning briefing needed him. Because Draven had sent two messages already. Because an Alpha who disappeared into the eastern woods every time something made him uncomfortable was not an Alpha who deserved a pack.*~*~*~Alira had not meant to end up in the east yard.She had been looking for a shorter route to
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She found Brix in the yard.He was sitting on a low bench outside the storehouse, face turned up to the thin morning sun like a man who had decided he had spent enough time horizontal. He looked better than he had any right to after three days in a sick bed. Older wolves healed stubborn, Wren had told her once. Like they had something to prove.He heard her coming and didn't look up. "Healer," he said."You're not supposed to be out of bed,” Alira said. “You're supposed to be resting," "I am resting," he said. "Outside."She sat on the other end of the bench without asking. He glanced at her sideways, then back at the yard.She took his wrist and checked his pulse. He let her, which she took as a good sign. Fortunately, his pulse was steady and strong. Better than it had any right to be after the fever he had put himself through. She finally set his hand down.Neither of them spoke for a moment."What you said," she started. "When your fever broke."Brix raised a brow, “I said quite
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Wren did not speak for a long time.She sat in the chair by the door with her hands folded in her lap and watched Alira stare at the closed door. The morning light was thin and grey and the infirmary smelled like herbs and exhaustion.Then she said, carefully, "How much do you know about your mother?"Alira turned. "What?""Your mother." Wren's voice was measured. Not gossiping. Not prying. The tone of someone choosing their words the way you chose your footing on uncertain ground. "How much did your father tell you about her?"Alira felt something tighten in her chest. "He told me she died when I was born," she said. "Complications. That was all he ever said."Wren nodded slowly. Not surprised. Just taking it in."Did you know her?" Alira asked. "Is that what this is?""No," said Wren. "I never met her." She paused. "But Brix has been in this pack since before Lucien rebuilt it. He knew wolves from a lot of territories. From before the war."Alira looked at the door again. "He knew h
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Brix came in just before midnight.Two wolves carried him between them, one arm each, his feet barely finding the floor. He was a big man, the kind who had clearly been built for trouble in his younger years, broad across the shoulders and scarred in the specific way of someone who had survived things most people didn't. But a fever didn't care how dangerous you used to be. It just burned.Wren took one look at him and her face did the thing it did when she was already calculating how bad this was going to get."Brix," she said, guiding him to the bed on the right. "How long?""Two days," one of the wolves carrying him said. "He wouldn't come in. You know how he is.""I know exactly how he is," Wren said, pulling back the blanket. "Stubborn old fool."Brix made a sound that was probably meant to be a protest but came out as something closer to a groan. His skin was burning when Alira pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. Not just warm. The kind of heat that meant the body had
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