تسجيل الدخول- RAVENAI couldn't get my fingers to stop twitching.The tin cup rattled against the wooden tray, making a tiny clink sound in the dead quiet of Roderic’s study. I gripped the handles harder, forcing my clenched fingers, but my hands just wouldn't hold steady."You're sloshing it," Roderic murmured without looking up from his parchment."I am not sloshing it," I rasped, dropping Zavier's heavy, gravelly pitch into my throat. "The cup's just lopsided, Chief. Bad smithing."I set the black tea down on his desk a little too hard. A splash of steaming water sloshed right over the rim, pooling across a dry stack of supply requisitions.Roderic finally lifted his head. His leather mask was sitting on the corner of the oak blotter, leaving his bare face exposed in the sharp morning sunlight flooding through the high slit window. Those amber eyes fixed on me, narrowing just enough to make my stomach flutter nervously.He was always wearing a mask, so I'd never really gotten a good look at h
- ZAVIERThe distant clatter of boots and screaming on the lower courtyard steps finally faded into a dull, heavy quiet.The battle at the perimeter was over. The Suncrest mercenaries who didn't end up face-down in the icy mud had scrambled back down the mountain pass, leaving the main courtyard.I dragged my feet through the heavy oak door of Roderic’s private study, shutting it behind me with a solid CLICK.My hands were covered in dried mud and black soot, and my shoulders ached from lugging two heavy wooden ammo crates up three flights of stairs. I collapsed into the leather armchair across from his desk, letting my head fall back against the worn leather with a groaning, exhaling breath."Damn it," I muttered to the dark ceiling rafters. "My legs feel numb."Roderic was sitting at his heavy oak desk, his leather mask lying flat on the dark wood beside an unlit oil lamp. Without the visor, his face looked drained. Dark blue smudges sat under his eyes, and the jagged scar running
- RAVENAMaster Volt opened his mouth to spit out another threat, but the siren tore through the mountain, deep and gut-shattering, loud enough to rattle the glass left in the frames.Roderic didn't wait for Volt to catch his breath. He grabbed my forearm, his big hand warm and heavy, and jerked me around behind his chair before I could even glance back at the Arch-Healer."Franz, get the east wardens down to the gates," Roderic barked, his voice dropping an octave into that rough, heavy command tone that straightened my spine. "Move.""What about you, Chief?" Franz asked, wiping a smudge of blood off his mouth."I'm handling the trash," Roderic said.He shoved his wheels forward, barreling straight through the broken door frame. I had to sprint just to keep up. Behind us, Volt still coughed in the soot, screaming something about treason and Council trials, but his voice was swallowed by the noise of running boots in the hall.We hit the rear stone corridor, dark and freezing compare
- RAVENA"I said take off the tunic," Master Volt repeated, those long, spidery fingers twitching around the handles of his iron shears. "Or I will slice the wool right off your back."My heart pounded frantically in my chest. Underneath this grease-stained wool tunic sat three layers of tight linen chest bindings and an ugly, raised scar stamped right into my left shoulder blade, the branded mark the Crimsonridge Pack elders had burned into my flesh, branding me as the Valecrest family killer. One tear in that fabric and my whole life was over.I took a slow, clumsy step backward, dragging my heavy boots across the flagstones, making as much noise as humanly possible."Alright, alright! Hold your horses, Doc!" I rasped, putting on the most obnoxious, whiny Zavier voice I could muster. "I'm unclipping the damn coat! These brass toggles are stuck, okay? I haven't washed this thing since harvest season, and the leather is stiff as a board."I fumbled with the coat toggles, intentionally
- RAVENA"By decree of the High Council," the lead envoy declared, his iron breastplate gleaming under the harsh torchlight, "the recruit designated as Zavier and Alpha Roderic will be held in separate quarters pending individual inquiry."My stomach twisted quickly and ugly.Beside me, the air turned instantly lethal. Roderic didn't shift in his iron chair; he froze, his whole body locking up like a spring pulled too tight. The black leather of his mask glistened as his jaw clenched hard enough to crack wood."The hell they will," Roderic growled. The sound didn't come from his throat; it vibrated straight out of his chest, heavy and metallic. The stone floor beneath his wheels gave a sharp, terrifying creak. "Erevale is my jurisdiction. You don't separate my people under my roof."Four Arch-Guardians instantly reached for their sword hilts, the iron leather of their gauntlets creaking in the silence.Franz took a half-step forward, his hand hovering over his longblade, looking at Ro
- RAVENAThessaly didn't hesitate. She stepped straight over the threshold, her shiny silver needle raised like she was about to stick a pin through a dead beetle."Hold him," she ordered the three Arch-Guardians behind her.I didn't wait for those heavy iron gloves to touch my shoulders. I dropped my chin, dragged my boots flat against the flagstones, and let out a loud, obnoxious hack that echoed straight down the dark archive hall."Whoa there, lady!" I rasped, spitting a wad of dark phlegm onto the toe of her pristine leather boot. "Keep that sharp needle away from my face! I don't do doctors, and I sure as hell don't do needles!"Thessaly recoiled, her nose twitching as if she’d just stepped in fresh horse dung. "You disgusting borderland swine...""He's not swine, Professor," a shaky, cracked voice called out from the far archway. "He's an active patient under clinic quarantine."Every head in the corridor snapped around.Ashton came leaning heavily against Franz's broad shoulde
- RODERIC"Lucas, get out," I muttered, not bothering to open my eyes. "And stay out.""You need help getting down the rocks, Alpha," Lucas said from somewhere behind me. His boots crunched on the frozen gravel, the sound far too close for comfort. "Don't act like you can just glide down there.""I
- RAVENAThe two goons Elder Marrow picked to dump me at the edge of the world didn't say a word the whole trip. They just gripped my arms, dragging me through the dirt until the dirt turned into frozen slush.We were heading for the Hollowland.Every wolf grew up hearing stories about this desolate
- RAVENAI woke to the feeling of rough hands dragging me across the cold stone floor. All I could sense was gray light and voices yelling around me. They didn't even bother to open the cell door properly, just ripped the hinges from the frame."Time to face your punishment, kinslayer," one of the
- RODERICI was doomed. I began to realize that I was never getting out of this fucking wheelchair. It was like a moving cage. I clenched the metal rim until my fingers blanched as I dragged myself an inch forward, simply to feel the metal against my skin. My legs were like twigs, useless limbs co







