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Chapter 161

RomyDeep beneath the high courtyard of Stormveil, the silence was total, broken only by the rhythmic drip of water leaking from a cracked stone drainage pipe fifty feet away. The icy air of the subterranean vault smelled of old ozone, charred insulation, and wet slate. I sat crouched on a overturned wooden crate before the matte-black military console, my face illuminated by the pale, sickly green backlight of the terminal screen. My left arm was held tightly against my side in its cloth sling, the splint heavy and awkward, but my right hand flew across the mechanical keys with fluid, mechanical efficiency.Beside me, the iron-jacketed decryption token was slotted into the auxiliary port, its internal processor humming at a high, microscopic frequency as it chewed through layers of military-grade encryption. The data streams I had intercepted twenty-four hours ago were expanding into a massive, intricate map of illegal transactions. I wasn't looking at basic logistics anymore. I

Chapter 162

RowanThe morning report sat open on the desk in front of me, but I couldn't focus on the numbers. Outside, sentries were calling out to one another down by the gates, their voices echoing through the thick stone floorboards as the keep slowly woke up. My wolf was practically pacing circles inside my chest. It had been like this since dawn—restless, wired, and completely unable to settle. Ever since we learned about the baby, the world felt ten times more dangerous. Every creak in the floor or gust of wind against the glass put me on high alert. I pulled the daily guard logs closer, planning to double-check the shift rotations down by the lower barrier, but a short handwritten note at the bottom of the page caught my eye. Kaelen had marked a routine battery check down in the basement server room. Except he'd noted it happening two nights in a row, right around two in the morning. Right when the golden mark usually pulled me into a deep, dead sleep. Through the high, narrow wind

Chapter 163

RomyI stood close to Rowan, feeling the massive heat of his body radiating against the damp air of the high war room. I pulled my left arm from the splint, finally free after weeks of healing, felt light at my side. I flexed my fingers, testing the smooth strength in my wrist, before reaching out to rest my palm flat over the center of his chest. "It wasn't because I didn't trust you, Rowan," I whispered, looking up into his dark amber eyes. The silence between us was heavy, broken only by the steady, quiet crackle of the hearth fire as a pine log split open in the grate. The tension in his broad shoulders was still there, hard as granite, but the angry storm in his gaze had settled into something quiet and deep. "I grew up in the shadows," I continued, my voice steady as a cold mountain draft rustled through the stone window frames. "When you've been hunted your whole life, your first reaction to danger isn't to call for help. It’s to step in front of the blade. The moment I

Chapter 164

RomyThe heavy stone walls of Stormveil were always coldest right before midnight. Rowan’s deep breathing echoed through the silent master bedroom, his broad arm draped heavily over my waist, pinning me against the warm wool sheets. Through our mate bond, I could feel the calm, rhythmic pulse of his wolf locked in a deep sleep. Gently, inch by inch, I slid out from under his arm. I paused on the edge of the mattress, holding my breath until he shifted onto his side, pulling a pillow against his chest without waking up. I reached under the dark mahogany wardrobe, my fingers pressing against a loose floorboard until the iron catch clicked open. Inside sat my old Viper gear—the fitted charcoal leather tunic, the dark cloth mask, and the twin ceramic daggers wrapped in soft velvet. I hadn't worn them since the high council fell. But the intelligence reports coming from the western border were clear. Small Syndicate scout units were creeping closer to our outer trade lines. Rowan was

Chapter 165

Romy povThe smell of rot and wet pine hit my nose long before I saw the old stone storehouse tucked deep in the western valley. Rain drifted down through the high canopy in a fine, freezing needle-spray, slicking the dark bark of the trees and turning the forest floor into a swamp of black mud. I crouched high in the fork of an ancient oak, my dark leather tunic soaking up the damp cold while I counted the guards below. Two mercenaries walked the perimeter, their heavy iron-soled boots sinking into the wet leaves with loud, careless squelches. Inside the storehouse, yellow lantern light leaked through the cracked wooden shutters, casting long, wavering bars across the dark ground. My target was inside. A high-value broker named Corvin who used to manage supply lines for the old high council. He was selling off troop movements and council crests to whoever had enough coin to buy them. If he lived until morning, half the western border posts would be compromised. I waited until

Chapter 166

RowanThe gray light of dawn was just beginning to seep through the high stone windows when I opened my eyes. The master bedroom was quiet, filled with the soft, steady rhythm of the morning rain tapping against the glass. Romy was curled up beside me, her head resting against my chest, her dark hair scattered across the pale linen sheets. One of her legs was hooked over mine, her body warm and soft in the cool air of the room. I shifted slightly, wrapping my arm tighter around her waist, pulling her closer so I could breathe in the familiar scent of her skin. Usually, she smelled like wild jasmine and warm honey. But as I buried my nose against the side of her neck, my alpha senses flared to sharp attention. Beneath the soft sweetness of her skin, there was something else. A faint, sharp bite of cold river water. The bitter sting of crushed pine needles. And under that, so subtle I almost missed it, the metallic tang of wet iron. I froze, my body going rigid against the m

Chapter 167

RomyThe order of stale rain and wet lime hung thick inside the subterranean vaults beneath the western docks, where the midnight tide hammered rhythmically against the stone pylons overhead, sending low, vibrating thrums through the damp ceiling rafters. I clung to the oak support beam fifteen feet above the floor, my dark leather tunic blending seamlessly into the shadowy gloom.Down in the flickering yellow lantern light, a fat merchant named Cristin adjusted his fur-lined cloak against the cold draft, tapping his gloved fingers impatiently against an iron-bound chest that reeked faintly of sulfur.Two armed mercenaries flanked him, their crossbows rested lazily against their shoulders while water dripped from the stone ceiling, splashing softly onto their boots."The shipment is pure," Cristin grunted, his raspy voice echoing off the moisture-slicked walls. "Two drops in the headwaters at the mountain spring, and Stormveil’s outer garrison won't even have the strength to draw t

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