All Chapters of Dawlya’s Dragon: Chapter 111 - Chapter 113

111 The hallway outside Cain’s infirmary room was never meant to hold six elite trainees yet the Veilkeepers filled every inch of it, silent and unmoving, like a wall of steel. No one had told them to stand guard. They simply… did. Because Cain was hers. Because anyone who tried to kill him was trying to destroy Avi as well. Commander Thomas arrived first, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and stopped dead when he saw them. “Why,” he asked slowly, “are you all here?” Kael arms crossed, posture rigid, answered without looking at him. “Because the next person who tries to hurt Avi’s mate is going to have to go through us first.” Joren, sitting on a bench sharpening a small practice blade, didn’t even glance up. “Besides,” he muttered, “I’ve never seen Avi that shaken. If something happens to him, she’ll tear the capital apart.” Mira sat with her knees drawn up, tracing a calming sigil on the floor. “She didn’t sleep last night,” she murmured. “The Circle kept trying to surge toward

113 Avi was still pale when Cain walked her into the strategy chamber, one arm around her waist, the other braced on the wall because he was still weak, but refusing to let anyone else touch her. Brie rose from her seat immediately. “Avi? What happened?” Her voice was gentle but beneath it lay steel. Trace, Mikan, and Morgan were already gathered, the offering table between them littered with maps and threat projections. All of them turned as Avi entered, and the room shifted instantly from strategy to crisis. Cain guided Avi into the chair closest to him before anyone could protest. Morgan’s eyes narrowed. “Your magic is still flaring. You’re shaking. What did the Circle show you?” Avi took a breath. It quivered at the edges. “It wasn’t just a vision,” she began. “It was… a conversation. A warning. The Circle pulled me in without asking.” Trace went pale not with fear, but with the cold, calculating fury of a king who has already lost too much. “Tell us exactly what you saw.”