Todos los capítulos de The Lycan’s Tribute: Claimed By My Foster Brothers: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Kade's POVThe canopy above my bed had a water stain in the upper left corner that I had never once done anything about. I stared at it in the dark the way I stared at it every morning, for roughly the same amount of time it took for me to remember that getting up was the only option I actually had.I swung my legs over the side and sat there for a moment, the cold floor finding my feet immediately and enthusiastically. Then I got dressed, in silence, in the dark, and went to work.The study smelled like paper and a fire that had died hours ago and hadn't been replaced yet. A servant had left tea and a stack of reports that had the approximate weight and joy of a small tombstone.I poured a cup, sipped it, and read.Patrol updates. Supply requests. A village to the south where the crops had blackened overnight and the magistrate was requesting emergency funds in language so carefully diplomatic it almost disguised the panic underneath. Almost.I signed what needed signing and moved to

Kade's POVThe knock came in the middle of a supply report about grain storage in the northern posts, which was exactly as interesting as it sounds."What," I said, without looking up.The door opened anyway. I looked up.The guard was pale. He stood in the doorway with his shoulders doing an involuntary thing that wasn't quite a flinch."The ferals are back, my Lord," he said. "Two of them."I set the pen down. "And the others?"A pause that was its own answer. "Just the two, my Lord."I studied his face for a moment. "Something's wrong with them right?."It wasn't a question. He nodded anyway, quickly, like he was relieved someone else had said it first.I pushed back from the desk and followed him out.The courtyard smelled wrong before I saw them.Rotten. The smell that had been showing up in reports for weeks, described in various inadequate terms by various inadequate people, and that I now understood none of those descriptions had come close to what it truly was. They were cha

Kaelen's POVThe guards led us through corridors built to make visitors feel watched, which worked, because I felt eyes on my back the entire way. We stopped at a heavy wooden door. It swung open without anyone knocking.Kade was behind his desk.He looked up, took us in, then leaned back in his chair like a man recalibrating something behind his eyes."I'll be honest," he said. "I sent that letter fully expecting you to burn it.""We considered it," I said."And yet." He gestured to the two chairs across from him.We didn't move. He noticed, a flicker at the corner of his mouth, and let it go."So." He folded his hands on the desk. "You came to confirm what exactly, that I'm not setting a trap? That my intentions are genuine?" His eyes tracked between us. "Smart. I'd have done the same.""What do you know about Drakos," I said. Not a question. A direction.He went quiet, studying me with the kind of patience that made me want to check my pockets. Then he stood, crossed to the window,

Aurelia's POVBreakfast was bread and cheese and this heavy quiet where all four of us were pretending we weren't waiting for something bad to happen.Rylan was reading. Or at least he was holding something that looked like reading. I noticed his eyes hadn't moved in about ten minutes. Torin was at the window, of course he was, arms crossed, coffee sitting there untouched, probably the same temperature as everything else in this damn house. Kaelen was eating steady and slow, you'd think he was running on autopilot with that motion, like his brain had checked out and his body was just keeping busy so nobody asked questions.I pushed a piece of cheese around my plate and kept my mouth shut."You're not eating," Kaelen said. He didn't even look up."I'm moving it around. That counts.""It doesn't.""Philosophically it does."He looked up at that. His eyes dropped to my plate, then back to me. He didn't say anything, just went back to eating. Somehow that felt worse than if he'd actually

Aurelia's POVThe land got worse every mile and didn't even try to hide it.Blackened grass spread out in wide patches like something had burned it from underneath. Trees stood there stripped down to bones, bark gone, trunks slick with dark slime. We passed two dead animals within an hour of leaving camp, both leaking that black gunk, both surrounded by dirt that had turned the wrong color. My wolf kept stirring in my chest, restless and uneasy. She didn't bother saying anything because it was obvious, this place was rotting.Kade pulled his horse up next to ours sometime mid-morning. He did it smooth and easy, like he just happened to drift over."The last time you were in the ruins," he said. He stared at the road ahead, his voice doing that fake-friendly thing people use when they're actually interrogating you. "What did you find in the main corridor?""Stone," Rylan said. Flat as a board. "Lots of it."Kade's face didn't twitch. "And the residue on the walls? Did you make contact