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Chapter Twenty
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She raised the silver dagger high above Silas’s trembling chest."Stop!" Devlin yelled, taking a step forward.Wren locked her eyes onto Devlin, her smile widening into something ugly and cruel."Why, little human?" Wren mocked, her blade hovering inches above Silas's heart. "He sold you to the hunters. He traded your life for a seat at my table. I'm doing you a favor."Silas lifted his head, his eyes terrified, blood dripping from his nose onto the stone. "Devlin..." he choked out. "Please..."Devlin stood frozen, her chest heaving, her fingers locked around her knife handle.Ronan took a slow, heavy step forward, his sword pointed straight at Wren’s throat. "Lower the blade, Wren. The crown won't accept a chief's blood for a mate bond. You know the law.""I don't need it to accept the chief's blood to start the fire, nephew," Wren hissed.With a brutal, lightning-fast motion, she plunged the silver blade straight into Silas’s chest.Silas let out a sharp, choked gasp.The pit of b
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The silence in the hall turned razor-sharp. Devlin’s hand went cold inside Ronan’s grip. She looked up at him, her heart taking a hard, erratic leap against her ribs. The mark on her neck throbbed once, hot and loud, as if arguing against the very words he had just spoken. "She can break it?" Devlin asked. Her voice was too quiet, almost swallowed by the high stone rafters. Ronan didn't answer right away. He turned his head toward the open archway, his dark brow furrowed as he stared out into the swirling white fog of the northern crags. "The First King forged the crown with the blood of the first bonded pair," Ronan said, his voice flat, low, and devoid of warmth. "It holds the old magic. If an Alpha wears it inside the tomb, they can sever a bond by force. But it requires a sacrifice." "What kind of sacrifice?" "The human's life," Vanya’s voice cut in from the balcony above. She dropped down lightly, landing on the stone floor without a sound, her iron mask gleam
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The chiefdom hall didn't smell like royalty anymore. It smelled of spilled wine, pine smoke, and drying blood.Outside, the cheers of the human guards still bounced off the timber walls, but inside, the quiet was heavy. Gerrick’s men were already hauling bodies out into the cold, their iron boots loud against the flagstones.Devlin didn't move from the floor. She sat with her back against the high oak table, Ronan’s heavy head still resting in her lap. His breathing had evened out, deep and slow, but every time she tried to slip her hand away from his coat, his fingers twitched against her wrist, holding her fast."You can let go now," she muttered down at him, her voice rough. "The hall is cleared."Ronan didn't open his eyes, but the corner of his jaw tightened. "The floor is cold," he rasped, his voice a dark, low gravel. "I'm conserving energy.""You're heavy," she said, though she didn't push him off.A shadow fell over them. Devlin looked up to see Gerrick standing at the base
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The heavy oak doors of the hall shuddered as something massive slammed against them from the outside. Iron bolts groaned. Dust rained down from the high rafters, coating the Elders’ panicked faces in white powder."They brought a battering ram!" Elder Vane cried out, scrambling behind the high council table.Devlin didn't look at the Elders. She didn't look at her father, who was shrinking back against the wall, clutching his bare shoulders. Her eyes went straight to Ronan.He stood at the center of the room, his broadsword resting low at his side. Blood—a mix of his own and the guards'—dripped steadily from the steel point onto the stone floor. The golden fire in his eyes burned bright, but his chest was heaving, his boots planted unevenly on the flags.He was running on borrowed time, and they both knew it. The raw power he had pulled through the bond was fading, leaving behind the crushing weight of his deep wounds."Vanya," Ronan grunted, not taking his eyes off the shuddering
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Devlin pushed the heavy iron grate upward with her shoulder. It gave way with a low, rusty groan, barely audible over the shouting in the main square.She scrambled out of the dark culvert, her knees hitting the freezing mud of the narrow alley behind the chiefdom hall. Ronan rose behind her like a shadow made of steel and leather, his broadsword already resting naked in his hand. Vanya and Corvin slipped out last, crouched low against the rough timber wall."Side stair," Devlin breathed, nodding toward a rickety wooden ladder leading up to a narrow servant door twenty feet off the ground.They moved fast. Devlin took the steps two at a time, her boots silent against the rot-softened wood. She reached the door, slid her knife through the gap in the frame, and lifted the wooden latch from the inside. The door swung open with a soft sigh.Inside, the hall smelled of burning beeswax, stale ale, and the sharp, copper tang of fear.They stepped out onto the narrow timber balcony overlook
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The words hung in the freezing air, heavier than the snow falling through the pine branches.Devlin didn't move. She didn't scream or curse. The cold inside her chest simply hardened into something solid and sharp, like a sliver of dark ice behind her ribs."Say that again," she said. Her voice didn't shake. It was flat, quiet, and deadly.Corvin shrank back against his horse's flank, clutching the leather deed tube like a shield. "Wren’s riders reached the eastern wall yesterday at dusk. Your father didn't even draw a blade, Devlin. He opened the main gate himself. The Elders are gathered in the great hall right now, preparing to sign the chiefdoms over to the Thorneclaw alliance."Beside her, Ronan took a single step forward. The snow crunched beneath his boot. Even battered and caked in blood, his presence filled the shadow of the trees. His gold eyes burned low and dangerous in the dim light."He sold his own daughter to Eric," Ronan growled, his voice a gravelly rumble that ma
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