All Chapters of The Debt of the Unmarked : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Silas’s breath hitched.The word still vibrated between us, a fragile and provocative word. I was frozen, and my fingers looped back down to my palm — maybe it was still there if I just held on tight enough.“I can see,” he added, this time loudly.Then it vanished.His shoulders stiffened. His jaw locked. He blinked once — twice, and whatever he just saw vanished like a puff of smoke.His eyes filled with darkness again.He reached out and restrained me by the wrist.“What did you do?” His voice was sharp now, no tremor left. “Do not lie to me.”Pain flared where his fingers dug in, but I didn’t pull away.“I swear, Alpha, I don’t understand it either,” I said. “When I touched you, something—something opened.”His grip tightened.“You touched me without permission.”“I was stopping you from falling.”Silence pressed down on us. The hall seemed smaller, the shadows denser. A door banged in the distance. Boots echoed. Life went on, oblivious to the impossible thing that had just occurr

The hallways were empty. I could hear my heartbeat loud and clear in my ears. The light from the torch moved over the stone walls, making the shadows appear to twist and move. I took a step, and it sounded loud. I took a breath, and it felt like I was yelling. The torchlight cast eerie shapes on the stone walls. Shadows danced everywhere, as if they were alive. The torchlight, the shadows, and the empty hallways all seemed to be trying to scare me.I told myself to stay calm. I was holding the tray of water really tight. My knuckles were so tight they turned white. I did not want to spill a drop of water, from the tray.The door, to Silass chambers opened before I even got to it. Silas was standing there leaning against the window with his hands clasped behind his back. Silas seemed to fill the room and that was really something because Silas was blind.The man said "You are late”, without turning around to face the person he was talking to.I tried to speak. The words did not come ou

Dawn smelled like smoke. Not fresh fire, but old smoke, thick and bitter, crawling through the prison vents. It clung to Elara’s skin, settled in her throat, and burned behind her eyes. Execution smoke. She lay on the stone floor, chains digging into her wrists. Her dress had a torn hem, stained dark where blood had dried. She had lost track of time and stopped praying. Only one thing mattered now. The sun was rising. A bell rang above....Once. Her breath caught. Footsteps followed. Slow, heavy, and measured. Elara pushed herself up as the cell door groaned open. Torchlight flooded in, harsh and unforgiving. “Get up,” a guard said. His voice was flat and practiced. She stood on her own. Her legs trembled but held. She lifted her chin. The chains were unlocked and replaced with iron cuffs. Cold metal snapped shut around her wrists. Another chain fastened to her neck. They didn’t blindfold her. They wanted her to see. The prison corridor was lined with wolves—guards, ser

The morning air was thick, sticking to Elara’s skin like wet cloth. She sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor of the holding chamber, chains loose around her wrists yet still enough to remind her of last night. The torchlight flickered, casting shadows that danced across the walls; those shadows felt almost alive. Every sound outside the bars made her flinch. Every footstep felt like a potential threat. She couldn’t shake the memory. The figure…the imposter…smiling as if he had already won. And her brother… or whoever that was. Ellara’s fingers itched to move, to plan, to strike. But what could she do? Alone. Cuffed. Facing someone faster, smarter, and crueler than her worst fear. The bond throbbed. Silas. Always him. Even miles away, she felt his heartbeat against hers, taut and anxious. He knows something is wrong, she thought. I need to survive this…if only for him. A soft click echoed. The heavy door swung open. She didn’t flinch this time. Draven stepped in. His face wa

The cell reeked after the attack. It wasn't the smell of blood...Elara knew that one inside out. This was sharper, like metal scraped raw. Like danger that had just left its mark on the room.She sat with her back to the wall, knees pulled up, the black dagger resting in her hands. Draven had told the guards to leave her alone. No chains this time, no cuffs. That scared her more than any iron ever had.A torch burned just outside the bars, its flame dancing then holding still. Ellara watched it like prey watching a predator, not blinking, always on edge.She could still hear the assassin's voice."Hello, little wolf."Her jaw tightened.“You won’t scare me twice,” she whispered, even though her heart gave a quick, shaky beat.The bond stirred.Not pain. No panic.Just focus.Silas.She breathed in slowly, steadying herself with the feeling of him. He was far, but not out of reach. His awareness touched hers like fingers on skin. Tense. Controlled. Angry.Then she saw him.Not with her