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The Fourth Day
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Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden Echoing Horn
Xaren, who had been observing the exchange, broke the silence first, a soft chuckle escaping him. "You don't even need that thing, Triston," he said, stepping forward and nudging the sword with the toe of his boot, his voice laced with an amused confidence. "You've got your wolf, and you're faster with claws than steel. Just tear through their camp, rip through them. You’ve done it before.” Jaxon gave a crooked grin, nodding in agreement. "He's right. Your wolf's worth ten swords, especially with that arm. Let the beast do the talking. That sword's just decoration when you’ve got your wolf.” Triston grunted, a grudging acknowledgment, he looked at them both, his expression unreadable. He knew they were right; his bond with his wolf, was a formidable weapon. Yet, the unease gnawed at him, a hot ember of anger flickering beneath his calm facade. To be anything less than his full self, especially today, felt like a betrayal. With a slow exhale, he crouched to pick the weapon back up—n
Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden The Fourth Day
The scent of stale canvas and nervous energy hung heavy in Triston's tent as the pale light of dawn crept in, casting long, slanted shadows across the thick maps strewn over the central table. The air inside was taut, thick with tension and the scent of oiled steel and leather. Outside, the pre-dawn chill of the fourth morning bit hard as the camp stirred to life—soldiers preparing, murmurs of prayer and final words before battle—but inside, a different kind of cold settled in the pit of their stomachs and silence reigned for a beat longer.Triston stood at the table, fastening the last buckle of his chestplate with calm precision. His silver-lined armor gleamed dimly in the muted light, a stark contrast to the darkness in his eyes. Xaren and Jaxon flanked him, both adjusting their weapons, their movements slow, deliberate. A trio bound by a shared purpose and a looming battle, moved with practiced efficiency, donning their combat gear. Each buckle, each strap, was a silent vow.No on
Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden Hold On
She scrambled upright, the bed creaking beneath her weight. The chain clinked sharply as she reached the edge of the mattress. She took one shaky step forward, then another, but just as her fingers outstretched toward the dark shape of Revin in the gloom, the chain snapped taut. The shackle on her wrist yanked her backward with a cruel tug, cutting into her skin and halting her mere feet from the center of the room. She stumbled, caught herself, and let out a cry of frustration—a broken, breathless sound. The chain rattled violently as she tugged it, cursed at it, wrapped both hands around the iron cuff and pulled with everything she had but it didn’t budge. Tears filled her eyes again, hot this time. Angry. “No—no, no…” she whispered frantically, trying to tug free. Her eyes locked on Revin, who lay across the room, collapsed near the balcony doors, the spikes still embedded in his shoulders and thigh. Blood soaked the fabric around the wounds, forming a dark, growing pool beneath
Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden You're Mine
With a motion to the guards, Dathan exited the room, his boots echoing in the corridor beyond. The guards followed silently, leaving only Reyes, Ivone, and the wounded Revin bound in agony. The door shut with a deep, final thud, and silence stretched in the dim lantern glow—thick with pain, rage, and the promise of bloodshed to come. Reyes approached the bed, his steps unhurried. The dim lantern glow flickered across his face, casting shadows beneath his eyes—eyes that gleamed with possessive malice. He reached down and unfastened the gag from Ivone's mouth, tossing the cloth aside. She gasped for breath, then immediately turned her head away from him, loathing etched into every line of her face. But though the gag was gone, the shackles remained—iron cuffs binding her wrists, connected to a long chain bolted to the headboard. Reyes knelt beside her on the bed, his movements unhurried, almost tender—mockingly so. With two fingers, he brushed a loose strand of hair from her cheek, th
Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden Shackled
“Ivone?” Revin whispered her name into the darkness as he crossed the threshold into the room. A sharp gasp echoed in the room, then a breathless whisper followed, “Revin?” He barely had time to register the relief in her voice before snap—thwip! Two metal spikes shot out from opposite corners of the room, embedding themselves with brutal precision into his shoulders. A surge of white-hot pain erupted through him as they locked into place with a mechanical clink, then yanked him forward, arms flared and torso pinned. Immobilized. Revin let out a choked cry, blood already dripping from the wounds, pooling at his sides. From the corner of the room, slow footsteps echoed against the stone floor. A match was struck and a lantern flared to life, casting a warm glow across the room—and illuminating a cruel scene. Dathan stepped forward from the shadows, wearing a self-satisfied smirk as he adjusted the lantern and set it on the table beside the bed. His expression was one of mocking amu
Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden Sneaking In
Triston remained as he was, eyes fixed ahead, not on the flames, nor on the fallen bodies littering the field, but on a single scene: a Nyxorian soldier stumbling as he tried to retreat, only to be caught and dragged down by two feral rogue omegas near a splintered supply cart. The man shrieked in agony. Then came the wet, choking gurgle of a crushed throat. Blood splashed against the side of a burnt-out wagon. Another flame erupted, this time near the edge of the Nyxorian barracks, illuminating the chaos in crimson light. Triston’s lips twitched—neither smile nor scowl—just the hint of something that flickered and vanished. Then, finally, he spoke. “No,” he said softly, but his voice carried like a blade across the line. “This isn’t our battle.” Xaren stiffened. “But Reyes—” “Let Reyes taste disarray,” Triston cut in, his eyes still never blinking. “Let him see what it’s like when control slips through your fingers. Let the madness he fostered turn back on him.” There was a paus
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