《Heart of the Wolf Queen》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 120 章

The forest was still loud with voices when Veyra stumbled out of the trees.Her steps were uneven, her breath sharp, her hand pressed hard against the wound on her side. The guards behind her were shouting orders, some running back into the woods, others gathering around the fallen body they had just found.“Help!” Veyra cried, her voice breaking as she pushed forward. “Someone help him”Her knees almost gave way, but she forced herself to keep moving.The courtyard ahead was already stirring. Warriors turned at the sound of her voice. A few ran toward her at once, confusion flashing across their faces“What happened?” one of them asked.“Rogues,” she gasped. “They came out of nowhere, Liam, he, he tried to fight them off, he told me to run, but I, I couldn’t, I…”Her words broke apart as she swayed.Then Malric was there.He moved fast, faster than

Liam’s death still hung over Shadowfang pack, although he was not part of the pack there were still a few people who knew him Malric had not left his corner all morning. He stood near the side of the hall with his arms folded, his face calm in the way only broken men could look calm. He had spoken little since the night before. When people greeted him, he nodded. When they asked questions, he gave short answers. He was there, but not fully. It was as if part of him had gone out into the woods with Liam and had not returned. Veyra saw it every time she looked at him. She told herself she was watching because she had to. Because the bond made it hard not to. Because the pack was still adjusting. But deep down, she knew she was watching because his silence had started to press on her in a way she did not like. She found him outside the training yard, standing alone with one hand resting on the top of a fence post. The wind moved his dark hair a little, but he did not seem to fee

The night after the rogue attack had left Shadowfang looking tired in a way no wound could fix.The gates had been mended, the wounded had been treated, and the dead had been counted. But the pack still moved, they had to keep moving, they had been facing attacks after attacks and they still did not have a full proof plan.Liora found Korven near the eastern stairway just before sunrise.He was standing with both hands on the stone rail, staring out at the trees. He did not turn when she came near, but he knew it was her.“What are you doing,” she askedKorven glanced at her. “Nothing?”She stared at him for a moment, then stepped closer and leaned against the rail beside him. Below them, the courtyard was quiet except for a few early warriors crossing the stone yard. The whole place felt soft for once, tired but still alive.“You know,” she said, “I keep waiting for this to feel less strange.

The mourning hall was full, but the air was heavy with a silence that nobody dared break above a whisper. Liam’s body lay upon the long stone altar, shrouded in pale cloth and bound with silver thread. His weapons were placed at his side, as if he might reach for them upon waking. Wolves stood in tight clusters near the walls, heads bowed and faces haggard, their eyes rimmed red from grief or exhaustion. The atmosphere was thick with sorrow.Garrick stood at the head of the altar, a statue of redirected rage. He had not moved for hours. His hands were clasped behind his back, but his shoulders were iron-stiff, his jaw set so hard it looked as though he were holding his entire soul together by sheer force of will. He stared at Liam, trying to reconcile the image of the fierce warrior with the still, silent thing on the slab.An elder approached, his voice a cautious rasp. “We have finished the rites for the first hour.”Garrick didn’t blin

Morning broke over Shadowfang in shades of bruised grey, and nothing about the light felt clean.The sky was a pale, sickly wash of color, and the air carried a bite that went deeper than the skin. Wolves moved through the courtyard with hushed steps, their voices low murmurs that seemed to amplify the uneasy silence. Some watched the gates, others watched the treeline. Most were watching each other. The trust that usually bound the pack together had begun to fray at the edges, worn thin by grief and the scent of a hidden enemy.Veyra stood near the mouth of the inner hall, her arms folded tight against her chest. She was trying and failing not to think about the mark on her neck.She could feel it pulsing.It wasn't just a physical sensation; it was an anchor. Every breath she drew reminded her of the silver light and the weight of Malric’s hands. Every time she swallowed, the phantom pressure of his teeth seemed to bloom again. And worst of all, e