Todos os capítulos de CAUGHT BETWEEN WOLVES : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Turner insisted on two warrior escorts before he'd agree to let us make the trip, and I agreed without arguing, which surprised even me a little—a few months ago I would have bristled at being managed. Now it just felt like sense. Gregory and May came as our escort, Gregory's easy presence beside me more reassuring than I wanted to examine too closely.The neutral meeting point sat in a clearing between three pack territories, traditional diplomatic ground worn smooth by generations of careful negotiation. Dama arrived with two guards of her own—older than I expected, sharp-eyed, every movement measured like a woman who'd survived a long time by never wasting one.The first twenty minutes were formal and stilted, the kind of conversation that exists mostly to let both sides take the other's measure. Victoria carried it, laying out the strategic case plainly: Jordan's alliance structure benefited one party far more than the others."You are asking me to believe you," Dama said, "over a

Two days after Lyra's banishment, a message came in through the border, intercepted before it could reach its destination. Her handwriting, addressed to a Silverclan contact, offering information in exchange for a place in Jordan's pack.I read it alone in my study before I let anyone else see it, sitting with it for the better part of an hour, turning over exactly how much damage a woman who'd spent years at my side could have done before she'd ever been caught.Then I convened the elders and gave them all of it, without softening a single line.The response was immediate—anger, recrimination, the same question circling the room over and over. How long. How long had this been happening. I didn't have a complete answer, and I told them so plainly."I don't have complete answers," I said. "I am telling you what I know."The elder who had voted against Chelsea, and against her again in the spy hearing, leaned forward with the particular satisfaction of a man who'd been waiting for exact

A Silverclan messenger arrived at our gate in full diplomatic dress, official seal pressed into red wax, the kind of formal arrival that only ever precedes something a pack won't like hearing. I received the message myself in the gate house and read it alone before I brought it anywhere near the council.It was formal. Controlled. Dressed carefully in the language of pack law and honor, the way men like Jordan dress cruelty when they want it mistaken for principle. He demanded Chelsea's return on the grounds of a mate bond violation—a mate who had fled his territory, shaming Silverclan by seeking another pack's protection. He did not mention the Lunara bloodline once. He didn't need to. Seven days, the declaration said, or the alliance would strike.I read it twice before I called the elders.I read it to them without editorial comment, letting the words carry their own weight, and the response that followed was immediate and unanimous. We would not comply.One of the elders raised th

Sleep had stopped coming easily since the declaration arrived. The pack moved constantly around me now, every hour bent toward preparation, and being folded into intelligence work with Victoria instead of the front line left something restless in me that daylight hours couldn't burn off.So I started slipping out to the training yard at midnight, when it stood empty and silvered under the moon, and worked on the thing that had surfaced in me during the border attack—that fluid, unpredictable way my body moved when I stopped thinking and let instinct lead instead. It was raw. Uncontrolled in places. But I could feel myself improving, night over night, even alone.Three nights passed like that before I became aware, on the fourth, that I was being watched.Turner stood at the gate. I didn't know how long he'd been there, and I stopped mid-motion, bracing instinctively for the argument I assumed was coming—an order back inside, a reminder that I belonged behind Victoria's desk and not ou

Erin helped Mira into the council chamber, watching her stability closely enough that I understood she'd stay ready to catch her if the walk proved too much. Gregory, Victoria, and I sat at the table already. Chelsea took the far end, close enough to hear everything and far enough that no one could mistake her presence there for anything but what it was—a wolf entitled to know exactly what threatened her pack."State your name and your former rank in Silverclan," Victoria said, formal, precise.Mira gave both, her voice steadier than her condition suggested it should be, and laid out the rest without flinching from any of it.Three fronts, exactly as our scouts had confirmed. The attack would come at dawn on the seventh day of the deadline. Primary objective: the Merisa cave. Jordan's scholars believed controlling it meant controlling the pack's entire long-term viability, and he intended to seize or destroy it accordingly. Secondary objective: eliminate Gregory and me. With the Alpha