Ironfang Citadel, hour seventy-eight of the siegeThe inner keep reeked of blood, smoke, and desperation. Serna stood over the unconscious forms of Aziel, Lyra, and thirty of the remaining officials, their chests rising and falling shallowly, all of them bruised and battered from the previous assaults. Outside, the courtyard had devolved into chaos. Packs that should have been allied were clawing and biting over what little food remained, their growls echoing against stone walls like war drums.Kaelin limped beside Serna, sword in hand but unused, eyes scanning the hallways. “We can’t hold them much longer,” she said, voice tight. “Every hour, more of the supply lines collapse. People are starving, Serna. Even our own.”“They’ll have to,” Serna muttered, jaw tight. “If they can’t kill each other fast enough, we will.”Rhea, still nursing her sling, leaned against the wall, tankard empty but clenched anyway. “They’re pushing into the lower yards now. I saw pack leaders fighting each ot
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