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One Hundred and Two
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The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Forty Four
Soren's Pov Freya stands in the middle of the smoking ruin, her hands moving in a mechanical rhythm as she hands out blankets to the injured.Her movements are automatic and robotic, her eyes hollow and drained of light, yet she remains focused on the task at hand.Survivors sit or lie in the dirt around her, some weeping openly while others sit in a terrifying, catatonic shock.I scan the area wildly, my heart hammering against my broken ribs as I look for one specific face in the crowd.“Where’s Kahlan?”Freya looks up sharply at the sound of my voice, the recognition in her eyes instantly replaced by a deep, aching pity.Dylan steps up beside me, his presence a heavy weight at my shoulder.“We don’t know.”I turn on him, the world narrowing down to the point of his jaw.“What did you say?”His jaw tightens, a muscle leaping in his cheek as he prepares for my reaction.“We lost. Badly. Horribly, might I add, in a way we never anticipated.”“All of a sudden, they started moving in o
The Alpha's dragon Flame one Hundred and Forty Three
Soren“Where’s Kahlan?”That’s the first thing I ask when consciousness finally claws its way back into my body, dragging me from the numbing depths of the dark.My eyes burn, and my chest feels as though it has been systematically crushed and then glued back together entirely wrong.Every single breath I take is a grueling negotiation with my own lungs, a deal I have no memory of ever agreeing to.Dylan doesn’t answer me immediately.Neither does Easton, who is surprised to see me not sure whyThey exchange a heavy, weighted look over the edge of my bed—or my cell cot, technically speaking.Stone walls surround us, cold and indifferent, accompanied by the oppressive weight of iron bars and that familiar, damp smell of confinement that clings to the back of my throat.Figures.I wake up in a cage, treated like a prisoner in a war I was supposed to be leading.“Let's just get you out of here first,” Dylan says, his voice carefully neutral, though it does nothing to hide the tension rad
The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Forty Two
Kahlan's Pov.“We can’t fix it?”My voice comes out smaller than I intend.I’m staring down at Freya, who’s crouched over the broken pieces of the hourglass etched into the floor, her fingers tracing the jagged lines of the ruined glass.The light inside it flickers weakly, like a dying pulse, casting long, sickly shadows across her strained face.Whatever power once lived here is already slipping away, bleeding out into the cold air of the chamber.Freya doesn’t look up.“It’s pointless,” she says quietly. “Even if we fix it… my mother is already done marking Sylvia, If I try to steal from it right now, there’s a very real chance we’ll both be dead before I even finish the first incantation of the spell.”I swallow hard, the metallic taste of fear coating the back of my throat.“If anyone who tries to take it dies,” I say, the words shaking loose from somewhere deep and ugly inside me, “then what’s the point of all of this struggle?”I swallowed done on nothing “Why can’t we just giv
The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Forty one
Soren's Pov I don’t look up when my father speaks.I don’t need to. I can hear the arrogance in the way he breathes, the practiced rhythm of a man who believes the oxygen in this room belongs to him by divine right. The knife in my hand glides through the meat with slow, deliberate pressure. The sound it makes against the porcelain plate is soft. Controlled. Civil. Everything this table pretends to be.“Do you have any idea,” I say, my voice a low simmer, “what it feels like to be loved?”Across from me, my father exhales through his nose, unimpressed. He cuts into his own food with practiced ease, the silver reflecting the dim chandelier light. He is the picture of refinement—iron hidden behind velvet. Power always wears manners well, especially when it’s preparing to choke the fuck out of you.“What you feel?” he asks, his tone dripping with a feigned, clinical curiosity. “I’m sure you’ll tell me. You’ve always had a penchant for being dramatic, Soren.”My jaw tightened as I fina
The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Forty
Third person POV The safe house was a tomb of cold stone and flickering candlelight. Outside, the world was ending in a cacophony of wolf howls and arcane explosions, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and the metallic tang of Kahlan’s blood as her body continued to burn through the sedative."Basically, everyone has their own part to play," Freya said, her voice trembling as she stood by the heavy oak table.Kahlan sat up, her fingers digging into the rough fabric of the cot. Her eyes were still glowing, a residual heat shimmering in the air around her. "While we’re locked up? Freya, you I completely understand—you’re pregnant and vulnerable. But why lock *me* up? I should be out there.""Because you need to listen to me," Freya took a deep breath, her eyes darting to the hourglass on the table. "My mother is going to use the Life-Blood Stone on Sylvia. It’s going to shred her soul to pieces. I don’t even know where she found it or how she got it, but that stone
The Alpha's dragon Flame One Hundred and Thirty Nine
Third person POVThe war room had been a cage, but the battlefield was a furnace.Soren moved through the treeline. He wasn't an idiot; he knew his father’s forces weren't just larger—they were relics of a more violent era. Older wolves with scarred hides, witches who had traded their humanity for raw, abyssal power, and vampires who moved like jagged shadows. Soren wasn't here to win a war of attrition. He was here to buy time.Every few seconds, the earth groaned. A massive earthquake rattled the valley, sending birds screaming into the blackened sky. It was the barrier—the pressure of thirty cloaked witches and a herd of dark entities pressing againt the barrier was causing the very tectonic plates to protest.Soren could see them now. The witches stood in a semi-circle, their voices a low as they kept chantting trying to break through the barrier.Behind them stood the "herd", which was another word for, a mass of nightmare fuel that made the air smell of sulfur and wet fur."
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