Todos los capítulos de The Lycan’s Tribute: Claimed By My Foster Brothers: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Aurelia's POV.She came to tell me she knows something and is choosing to hold it." I said, "that is not the same as nothing.""It might as well be.""Torin." Kaelen said it once, quietly.Torin stopped. He exhaled hard and moved to the far side of the room.Kaelen's eyes came back to me, steady and working in a way that meant he was already further along in his thinking than any of us.I told them everything.All of it, in order, without stopping.Lyra at the tree. The fear in her eyes and the way she kept checking behind her. The secret Lyra was holding and the careful way she had refused to give it up.Torin started pacing before I had fully finished."He walks out of his own meeting," he said, his voice tight and controlled in the way that meant it would not stay that way much longer, "in front of every elder he personally summoned, and nobody knows where he went or what he is after. That is not a man reacting. That is a man who had a second plan and switched to it the moment some

Aurelia's POV.I pressed my back against the door the moment it closed behind me.The room was dark and quiet, the others still sleeping, and I stood there with my chest heaving and my hands flat against the wood behind me like the door was something I needed to hold shut. Like if I let go the night would follow me in.My body had not settled. I could still feel the warmth of him, the weight of his hands, the particular way the air had shifted between us before anything happened, that slow and deliberate closing of distance that I had not stopped. That I had not wanted to stop.That was the part that sat wrong.My wolf moved beneath the surface, not agitated, but not peaceful as well. Just present. Asking a question I did not know how to answer.Why did you run?I did not know. Or I knew and could not say it cleanly. Because being with Torin felt like forgiving something that had not been forgiven yet, like my body had made a decision my heart had not agreed to, like I had stepped ove

Aurelia's POV.The day moved fast and left little room to think.Supplies came together in crates and packs that Torin stacked near the door with an efficiency that came from years of preparing for things that required preparation. Kaelen and the guard spent the better part of the morning bent over maps at the table, the guard's finger tracing routes while Kaelen asked questions in short bursts and wrote things down in the margins. Horses were brought around and checked, saddled and loaded, snorting white breath into the cold morning air out in the yard.I helped where there was space to help. Rolled and tied bedrolls, counted rations, held horses steady while packs were adjusted. When there was nothing specific to do I stayed out of the way and watched.Rylan kept moving through the space between me and Torin without appearing to think about it. Not deliberately obvious, not making a show of it. Just consistently there, the same way a wall is consistently there, present without announ

Aurelia's POV.The fire was ash by the time anyone felt like talking again.We sat around the dead circle of it in the gray early light, the cold sitting on all of us, and picked up where the night had left off like the dark had just been an interruption."A person." Torin said, chewing on it. "Zane locked a person inside Drakos and brought a hooded woman to visit. That's either the most romantic thing I've ever heard or the most insane.""It's neither." Rylan said flatly, "it's Zane. Which means it's something worse than both.""We don't know if it's a person." I said."We don't know if it isn't either.” Rylan said.Kaelen had been staring at the ash. "What we know is that we're sitting around speculating about a place we haven't reached yet, about a prisoner that may or may not exist, about a woman nobody has a face for." He stood up and brushed his hands on his trousers. "Let's move. The answers aren't here."The guard had come back at some point during the night and was crouched a

Aurelia's POV.The door closed and the silence it left behind was the worst kind.The three of us stood in it, none of us quite looking at each other, the weight of the old woman's last words still pressing down. No matter what you hear.I counted to about thirty before the first sound came through the wall.Kaelen's voice, raw and broken in a way I had never heard from him, not in any of the days since I had known him, not in any of the worst moments of all of this. He did not make sounds like that. He was not built for sounds like that. And hearing it come through thin wood from a few feet away did something to my chest that I did not have a word for.My hand was on the door before I'd finished the thought.Torin's hand closed around my arm and pulled me back hard. "No.""Something is wrong…”"She said wait.""That is Kaelen…""I know who it is." His voice was controlled in the way that cost something to keep controlled. "I know."Another scream. Louder this time, with a growl under