Semua Bab The Lullaby of Wolfbane: Bab 71 - Bab 72

The corridor outside the dungeon stairs smells like sweat and silver and the sharp relief of not dying. A runner’s report still rings in my ears: the north wave paused, arguing, some backing away. Nate’s lie is working. Not perfectly. But enough to fracture Rowan’s fist into fingers. Adrian’s hand stays firm at the small of my back as we move, steady pressure, a constant reminder that he’s here, that he’s not letting me get swallowed by the chaos. “North wall,” Logan orders as he passes us at a fast jog, already shifting his attention back to the gate. His voice is clipped, controlled. “If they stall, we push. If they surge, we hold.” Lia is beside him like a shadow with teeth. “Interior is contained. Rowan stays chained.” Nate, still pale, still stubborn, follows with that focused, older look he’s been wearing since tonight began. “They’re hesitating,” he says, voice tight. “Don’t waste it.” We don’t. We run. And then we shift because there’s no faster truth than a wolf on purp