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108. The Weight of Suspicion.
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2026-09-13 23:41:48
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Too Late To Claim Me 169. The Brother I Almost Lost.
AdrianI woke up in pieces.First the ceiling. A rough timber beams, it was old but look solid. Then the light—grey and soft reflection, the kind that came through windows before the sun had fully decided to rise. Then the pain. A dull, deep ache in my chest that throbbed with every breath.And then the memories.They hit me all at once, a flood I couldn't stop. The lodge. The fire. The little boy... Caelum's small hand on mine, and the vision that had ripped me open. Raphael's face when I refused him. Vivian's magic driving into my chest. Aria screaming my name.Aria.My sister.I tried to sit up and immediately regretted it. The room tilted, and I had to grip the edge of the cot to keep from falling. The cot. Not a cell. Not a cage. A cot, in a small room with a window and a blanket that smelled like clean wool and herbs.Someone had bandaged my chest. The wound was closed now, I could feel the tight pull of healing skin beneath the wraps. Caelum's doing. The boy had healed me. A f
Too Late To Claim Me 168. The Girl Who Made a Deal.
AriaSelene was in a small room on the second floor of the pack house.Not a cell. There were no bars on the windows, no locks on the door. Just a room with a bed and a chair and a guard outside who'd been given strict instructions not to let her leave.She looked up when I walked in."Ah." She smiled. That same calm, knowing smile she'd worn at the lodge. The same smile she'd worn for years while she and her mother made me suffer. "I wondered when you'd come.""You had always hated me.""I did.""For years.""For years." She didn't flinch. Didn't look away. Just sat there on the edge of the bed, her hands folded in her lap, her eyes steady. "You're angry.""Angry doesn't cover it.""No. I suppose it doesn't." She tilted her head, studying me. "You want to know why.""I want to know everything.""Everything is a lot." She smiled again. "But I can give you something. I can give you names. Locations. Plans. The Order's safe houses, its operatives, its sympathizers, its hidden allies. Ev
Too Late To Claim Me 167. Prisoner Who Fears Nothing.
MarcusI walked into the room when the guard's spoke and his words hung in the air like smoke.A Silverwood crest. An old one.I watched Aria's face go pale, watched her hand tighten on the doorframe until her knuckles went white. She didn't speak for a long moment. Neither did I. Neither did Remus, who had also appeared in the doorway behind the guard, his expression carved from stone."Where is she now?" Alpha Remus asked. His voice was calm. Too calm."Waiting in the east wing. She said she'd speak to you whenever you were ready." The guard swallowed. "She's been very... patient.""Patient," Aria repeated. The word came out flat."Show us," I said.---The east wing was quiet. Too quiet. The few warriors stationed there stood at attention as we passed, their eyes tracking us with the kind of wariness that came from too many surprises in too short a time.The door to the small meeting room was closed.The guard stopped. "She's inside. Said she wanted to wait alone."I looked at Alph
Too Late To Claim Me 166. The real game is only beginning
The transport truck was cold and cramped and smelled like diesel fuel and old sweat. Caelum slept through the whole ride, curled up in my lap, his head resting on my chest. Marcus sat across from me, eyes closed, breathing even. Remus was somewhere up front, in the lead truck, keeping an eye on the prisoners.I couldn't sleep. Couldn't even close my eyes.Every time I did, I saw it. The lodge collapsing. Adrian's blood on my hands. Caelum's silver light blazing through the darkness. Raphael's cold, calculating eyes watching me from across the cave, still confident despite his chains.He was too calm. That was what bothered me. Too calm.We'd captured him. Killed or scattered his army. Rescued my brother. Saved my son.But Raphael King sat in his cage like a man who knew something we didn't. Like a man who had already won, even in defeat.I didn't like it. Didn't trust it.And I couldn't shake the feeling that we were missing something. Something important. Something that was going to
Too Late To Claim Me 165. The Morning After
AriaThe sun came up on a battlefield that I can't put a name to it yet.I was sitting on an overturned supply crate outside the medical tent with Caelum's head heavy on my shoulder. He'd fallen asleep halfway through a sentence about Grandma and a garden and a dog that could talk. His body was a furnace against the morning chill. His breath came slow and even. His hand was still twisted in my shirt like he was scared I'd vanish if he let go.So I didn't move. Barely breathed. Just sat there watching the camp wake up around me in that grey-gold light, trying to remember how to be a person again.Behind us, the lodge was still burning. I could smell it, that particular stench of old wood and older secrets going up in smoke. Every few minutes another chunk of roof would cave in with a groan that sounded almost human, and somebody would flinch. A few warriors had stopped to watch. Their faces were smeared with soot and blood. Their eyes were hollow. Nobody cheered. Nobody said anything.
Too Late To Claim Me 164. Blood and Shadow
AriaThe lodge was a nightmare made real.Smoke from the fire outside had seeped into the building, filling the air with a thick grey haze that made it hard to see, hard to breathe. Furniture overturned. Books trampled. Tapestries torn down. And everywhere, everywhere, there were bodies. Guards in Order black. Pack warriors in Crestwood colors. Tangled together in the final stillness of death.But I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.I ran toward my brother.Adrian stood in the center of the chaos, blood streaking his face, his silver eyes wild and bright. He was different than he had been at the fortress. The cold, controlled monster was gone. In his place was something raw and desperate and terrified.Something human.Aria!Remus's voice in my mind, through the mate bond I had tried so hard to ignore. His wolf was at my side, tearing through guards, clearing a path for me. I felt his fear. His fury. I could feel his desperate need to protect me.I didn't have time to respond.A figure mo
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