Kael’s POV The courtyard was a graveyard of shadows and steel. Torches hissed against the damp night, their flames snapping as if they, too, were eager for blood. Marcus’s men poured in, a wall of iron closing around us.“Elara, stay behind me,” I said, voice like gravel. My hand tightened on the sword hilt at my hip.She nodded, trembling, but her chin lifted stubbornly, as if even now she refused to be small. That fire in her eyes, God, I had missed it. It fueled me, even as fear clawed at my gut.Storm and Jack flanked her, weapons ready. Milo was pale, knife shaking in his grip, but he didn’t falter. They would protect her if I couldn’t.And then he stepped out.Marcus.He moved through his soldiers like a king surveying peasants, every inch of him dripping with arrogance. His armor gleamed black in the torchlight, silver etchings curling like serpents across the breastplate. His smile cut sharper than any blade.“Well,” he drawled, voice rich and poisonous. “The wolf comes cra
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