BOUND TO THE ALPHA I SWORE TO KILL의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 70

🐺ADRIAN🐺"This is going to be a disaster, do not take her with you." Killian growled angrily in my head.Killian had been at this since yesterday evening, since the moment I told Garrick we were moving out and the decision became concrete rather than planned, and he had not varied the delivery much—the same growl, the same words in different arrangements, cycling through them with the persistence of a wolf who had decided that repetition was going to produce a different outcome."Don't take her with you." He growled again."You said that," I said internally. "Several times.""Your brother must not know she exists." His voice dropped into something darker when he said it, something with old weight behind it. "Do you understand what I'm telling you? He must not know.""You're being paranoid.""I don't share what's mine." The growl that came with that sentence vibrated through my chest wall, low and absolute, and I did not respond to it because responding to

🐺ADRIAN🐺The moment my feet touched the soil of Winterfell I felt him.A full, immediate, specific pull that arrived the instant contact was made with the ground and did not diminish as I moved further into the forest. it intensified, focused, the kind of pull that only exists between two things that were made from the same source and have been in proximity before and cannot pretend otherwise.It was a trap.Exactly what I had suspected. Exactly what Garrick's fear had been pointing at.Exactly what Killian had been growling about.Damon said he would give me Azrian, and he did. Just not the way I was expecting. Not handed over in chains or locked in a cage. No, Damon was too clever for that.Fucking treacherous Damon.Winterfell had not been taken by a wizard.I knew that before I had walked twenty feet into the ruins, before I had pointed out the claw marks to the formation, before I had said any of the words out loud. I had known it the moment I crossed the boundary and felt the

Killian's growl ripped through my chest."She's not yours." The words came out in a register I did not produce often, cold and lethal and absolutely without ambiguity, and Azrian heard all of that and the smile that followed was the worst one he had."The bond doesn't lie, dear brother." He was still moving, still the slow lateral drift that was not closing distance and was not stopping. "And you brought her to me."The cold that moved through me was not fear. I do not do fear. But I know the feeling of a calculation failing in real time, of a variable I had not fully accounted for landing with its full weight, and this was that.Isora was at a post in a village a hundred feet south of where I was standing."I can feel her presence," Azrian continued, and his voice had the specific quality of someone reporting a fact they find pleasurable. "The bond will bring her to me. And I get to claim her, and you'll remain—"I moved with full force, controlled by nothing but the anger that had b

It came from the north treeline, from the same direction Adrian had walked, and the size of it stopped the breath in my chest for a full second. Bigger than anything I had seen, bigger than any wolf or lycan in any account I had ever heard, moving through the space at the edge of the treeline with the specific, deliberate weight of something that was not running because it did not need to run, its presence was enough, the size of it was enough, and the red eyes of it were catching the red moonlight in a way that made them look like fire in dark.I recognized it. This was the lycan from the forest, the one I had followed Adrian to hunt. The one he had killed. Or thought he had killed. But here it was, alive and whole and running straight toward me.My hands moved on their own. I nocked an arrow, pulled back the string, and aimed at the beast's chest. My arms were shaking, but I held steady.The beast slowed down as it got closer. Its massive paws moved slower, its head lowered, and it

🪷ISORA🪷The guards left.I watched them go, watched the formation move south down the road we had come in on, and not one of them looked back, and I stood at the edge of the front yard and let them go because arguing with ten wolves who had already decided their Alpha was indestructible was not a conversation I had the energy or the time for.Kira was telling me something different.Not in words—she had not given me words since the one she gave me at the critical moment, the one I had not listened to. She was telling me in the way she told me things that existed below language, in the specific quality of the silence she was keeping, in the weight of the absence she had become inside me since the moon disappeared and the dark came and I woke up on the ground with my hand on my chest and the pain sitting in my sternum like something lodged there.I should be feeling something else right now.I should be happy. I should be celebrating. I had finally killed the monster that killed my pa