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Author: CHIBI WRITES
last update publish date: 2026-09-05 18:23:28

The message went out the following morning, carried by one of Kael’s most trusted riders under a flag of parley — a formal response to Drogo’s implied deadline, carefully worded by Kael and Bertram together after hours of deliberation over every phrase.

Alpha Drogo — this council acknowledges your stated terms regarding the exchange of your daughters. We propose an alternative location for any such exchange: the neutral ground at the eastern trading post, three days from now, witnessed by repr
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    They reached Blackthorn’s outer border on the third day, the massive combined force spreading out along the tree line as scouts moved ahead to assess the territory’s defenses. The report that returned carried an unexpected quality that immediately shifted the mood among the assembled commanders. “Something’s wrong,” the lead scout reported to Kael and the gathered Alphas. “Or perhaps right, depending on your perspective. Blackthorn’s border patrols are minimal. Fewer warriors stationed than we’d expect given the size of their territory, and those present seem disorganized, uncertain.” “Meaning what,” Fennick asked. “Meaning either this is an elaborate trap,” Corin said carefully, “or Maren’s faction has succeeded more thoroughly than we anticipated, and Blackthorn’s own internal conflict has already begun consuming their capacity to properly defend against outside threats.” Kael’s expression carried careful hope mixed with strategic caution. “We proceed carefully regardless. Send

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  • The Alpha’s Rejected Luna and Her Five Daughters   What Maren Confirmed

    Corin’s contacts took nearly two weeks to yield results, cautious inquiries carried carefully through trusted intermediaries who understood exactly how dangerous discovery might prove for anyone connected to internal Blackthorn dissent. “Maren is real,” Corin reported finally, during a council session that had become almost routine in its regularity over the preceding weeks. “Senior advisor, exactly as she claimed. More significantly, my contacts confirm she’s not alone in her concerns. There’s a faction within Blackthorn’s council, growing rather than shrinking, that no longer trusts Drogo’s leadership.” “How large a faction,” Kael asked. “Difficult to say precisely, given how carefully such sentiment must be hidden,” Corin admitted. “But my contact suggests perhaps a third of the council shares Maren’s concerns, if not more. The confession about Soren’s death, and the confirmed murder of Selene and her infant daughter, seems to have shifted opinion considerably even among those w

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