All Chapters of The Price Of Fate: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Keiran’s POVCharles and I did not speak as we ran. There was no room for words that were not orders now. The moment we stepped out of the house after I left my mother crying in her chair, the world had already changed shape around us. The peaceful lie of night was gone. Lanterns flared where they should not have been flaring at that hour. Doors were opening too fast. Wolves were shouting across streets. Somewhere farther down, a child was screaming and being hushed at the same time. Women were being rushed indoors. Men who had no business carrying blades were carrying them anyway because fear makes people reach for anything that looks like hope.The panic sat under everything. Not loud in one single place. Everywhere. In the way wolves moved too quickly. In the way questions were being asked without waiting for answers. In the way servants nearly collided carrying blankets, food, bundles of supplies meant for bunkers and cellars no one expected to use so soon. The air itself felt thi

Keiran’s POVOne Aetherfang dropped directly into a group of younger warriors who had bunched too close to defend a bunker route. Its wings smashed two men to the ground before the claws even landed. Teeth closed on a third at the shoulder and tore most of him away in one monstrous motion. The rest scattered, exactly as the thing wanted.Michael reached that fight first. I saw him from the corner of my eye, shifting mid-run with the ugly decisiveness fear forces out of men who either act now or die. His wolf hit the Aetherfang from the side while it was still turning for another kill. Not enough to bring it down alone, but enough to drive it off balance and let two Vandwood warriors pull one bleeding man clear.So the visiting Alphas fought. Good. They should have.Roderick was uglier in battle than in speech. Less refined. More brute force. But he did not run, and I gave him that. One Vaelcryn came at him low and he met it with a two-handed strike brutal enough to split its mouth ope

Nyra’s POVI woke inside gold. Not sunlight. Not the ordinary pale wash of dawn through branches. Gold. Soft and warm and alive around us, the cocoon Seraphina had wrapped around me and Ronan before sleep finally dragged us under. I lay there half-curled into him, my face tucked against the side of his chest, one of his arms heavy around my waist, the other bent beneath my head where he must have pulled me closer sometime in the night without waking. The grass beneath us had long since lost the sharp chill it carried when we first lay down. Or maybe the cocoon kept it out. The air inside the golden shelter felt warmer than the dawn outside, touched by that same impossible living light Seraphina carried, as if we had not slept in a meadow near a thinning barrier at all but inside the hold of some ancient protective spell that had decided, for one night, to be kind to us.For one brief, stupid moment, I forgot the world. Forgot Vandwood. Forgot the barrier. Forgot the journal and Tobias

Nyra’s POVSeraphina made the sound of a dragon thoroughly pleased that fate had finally stopped teasing and started providing an audience. ‘Good,’ she said. ‘Let the intruders learn what happens when they disturb my morning.’ Her pride was so absurdly timed that if I had not been terrified, I might have laughed. Instead I yanked my last boot on and said aloud,“This is not the time for your vanity.”It is always time for my vanity, Seraphina replied. But also, yes, battle. There was a shift in her then. Playfulness did not disappear. It sharpened. She was serious now, but in Seraphina’s way that did not mean grim or panicked. It meant more gloriously herself, not less. Proud. Ready. Very obviously thrilled that the first real test of her prowess had arrived with suitable dramatic timing.Ronan was already moving toward me, reading my face, reading the bond enough to know something else had just entered the room we no longer had.“What is she saying?”I looked at him and felt the cert

Keiran’s POVA Vaelcryn came at me low from the side. I saw it late, too late, because I had been looking up again. I got my blade down in time to turn the bite from my stomach to my hip. Teeth scraped leather and flesh. Pain lit me up hard enough to make my vision swim for half a breath. I slammed the hilt of my blade into its eye by instinct more than skill and felt something wet and hot burst under the strike. The creature shrieked, a terrible, wrong sound, and reared enough for me to drive the blade under the jaw and up.It dropped at my feet still convulsing. I almost dropped with it. Charles caught my shoulder hard enough to keep me upright.“Stay up.”As if I needed the reminder.“As if I planned to nap,” I snapped.His mouth bared in something too ugly to be called a grin. Good. If he was still grim enough to answer me, he was still alive enough to matter.Then the shadow passed over us. I turned. Another Aetherfang was diving. Not at the line this time. At me. At us maybe, bu