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Chapter 20 - “The Southern Line”
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The Traitor's Mate In The Apocalypse Chapter 20 - “The Southern Line”
SIENNAI went before dawn, when the guards were thinnest and the dead were slowest.The southern line was forty minutes from the wall on foot. I knew the way without thinking. My feet remembered every cracked curb and every collapsed fence even though this body had never walked them. I moved low and quiet through the gray half-light, a small figure among the ruins, and the dead drifting through the mist never looked my way.The place hadn’t changed.A stretch of broken road. An overpass that had once carried traffic and now carried only shadow. A field of dead grass on either side, brittle and silver with frost. Somewhere to the east, a crow screamed once and fell silent.I stopped in the middle of the road.This was where it had happened.I could have walked it blind. Forty paces from the overpass. A crack in the asphalt, shaped like a lightning bolt. A fallen sign, bent in half.The memory came for me before I was ready.The cold of the pavement against my cheek. The weight of boots
The Traitor's Mate In The Apocalypse Chapter 19 - “Damien’s Report”
SIENNAI knew something was wrong the moment I saw them go up to the wall.It was past midnight. The stronghold had gone quiet, the last echoes of the drunken night long since swallowed by sleep. I stood at my window with the lights off and watched two figures cross the courtyard, one broad and one lean, both walking like men who did not want to be heard.Kieran and Damien.They climbed the south tower and vanished onto the wall.Whatever they were discussing, it needed open air and no walls.I waited an hour. Then I slipped out through the service hall, down to the drainage culvert, and crawled through to the dark where Ronan waited.He was crouched exactly where I had left him, a shape against the black. When I reached him, he didn’t say hello.“You should hear this,” he said.“Hear what?”“I was beneath the south wall earlier. Two men came up on the ramparts.” His eyes gleamed in the dark. “Wolf hearing carries.”My chest tightened. “What did they say?”Ronan was quiet for a moment
The Traitor's Mate In The Apocalypse Chapter 18 - “Marked”
SIENNAThe pack had found a bottle.Not just one. Three crates of it, buried deep in the Fenner Road cache behind the rice and the powdered milk. Rough, cloudy stuff that burned all the way down, the kind of homemade liquor that Ravenna would have thrown into the river.Kieran allowed it for one night.“They’ve earned it,” he told Damien, loud enough for me to hear from the stairwell. “One night. Then it goes under lock.”By the time I reached the main hall, the room had transformed.Tables dragged together. Someone playing a battered guitar. Wolves laughing, shouting, tipping their heads back, giving themselves up to the first real noise the stronghold had known in weeks.I kept to the wall.I took a cup of water and a place near the door, where I could see the exits and the pack at once. I watched the room the way I always did, counting faces, noting who sat beside whom.Selene held court near the fire with her usual circle, her cheeks flushed, her laugh a bright blade over the din.
The Traitor's Mate In The Apocalypse Chapter 17 - “Training Yard”
SIENNA“Every human in this stronghold learns to defend themselves,” Kieran said. “Starting with the one who keeps volunteering for danger.”It was not an invitation.I stood in the doorway of his study at dawn with a damp rag still balled in my fist, listening to him dress an order up as a favor. Two weeks ago someone had painted a word on my door. A week ago I had stepped in front of a pipe.He had been counting.“You want me to learn to fight,” I said.“I want you to survive long enough to stop being a problem.”“That’s very kind of you.”The corner of his mouth moved. Almost a smile. Almost. “Training yard. Seven o’clock. Don’t be late.”The yard sat behind the armory, a wide square of packed dirt ringed by sandbags and rusted weight racks. Thirty wolves were already warming up when I arrived, throwing punches into the air, stretching shoulders that could have broken a car door.Every one of them stopped to stare.I hunched my shoulders. I tucked my hands against my stomach. I let
The Traitor's Mate In The Apocalypse Chapter 16 - “Small Cruelties”
SIENNAHis name was Rook.I remembered the weight of his knee in my back. I remembered his breath on my neck, hot and sour, and the grin in his voice when he told me to stop struggling. I remembered that he was the one who held my wrists to the ground while the others walked away.He was a night sentry now. Twenty-six years old. Broad through the shoulders and narrow through the eyes, with the loose, lazy confidence of a man who had never once paid for anything.He did not know me.Good.I didn’t want his blood. Blood was loud. Blood got questions asked and fingers pointed. Kieran had seen me wash it from my hands once already, and I did not intend to give him another reason to look.I wanted Rook to lose everything slowly, and I wanted him never to understand why.The east yard gave me what I needed.Every crate of salvage passed through my hands before it reached the armory. Every box was logged by weight, by count, by contents. No one questioned the quiet human girl who copied numb
The Traitor's Mate In The Apocalypse Chapter 15 - “The Scientist”
SIENNAThe screaming started in the courtyard just after noon.I was carrying a crate across the east yard when I heard it, a thin, ragged cry cut off by a roar of voices. Dozens of wolves were gathered near the main gate, a tight, angry knot of bodies. Someone was shoving through the middle. Someone else was holding a length of iron pipe over their head.I set the crate down and walked toward the noise.At the center of the circle, a woman knelt in the dirt.She was human. Late twenties, small, wiry, with dark hair chopped short and a pair of glasses with one cracked lens. She clutched a canvas satchel to her chest with both arms. Blood ran from a cut above her eyebrow, but she did not cry.“Found her in the old clinic on Marrow Street,” one of the patrol wolves shouted. “Carrying vials. Dozens of them.”“She’s one of them!” someone else yelled. “One of the ones who made this!”“I worked at a research institute,” the woman said. Her voice was steady and very quiet. “I didn’t make any
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