Semua Bab My Ex Sold Me To The Devil: Bab 81 - Bab 90

StilesThe horns changed everything.One breath I had Liora's hand in mine and every wall she owned was coming down. The next I was at the window with my knife out and the whole valley was screaming awake around us."Stay here," I told her, already moving. "Get your boots. Now."She didn't argue. That told me how bad her face said it was. She had Mael against her chest and her jaw set, and she followed me out into the dark at a run.Whitewaters was coming apart in the torchlight, but not the way a pack comes apart. A pack has a war plan. Whitewaters had never once needed one, because the whole point of the place was that nobody found it. Now people were pouring out of cabins half dressed, and I watched Gideon in the middle of it all, roaring orders, pointing the mothers and the little ones toward the root cellars and the deep wood, dragging order up out of nothing by the sound of his voice alone.I took Liora by the arm and pulled her toward my cabin."Stiles, I can fight, I have a wo

Kaelen tipped his head back and breathed in, slow, theatrical, tasting the air."You know of no woman," he repeated. "That's funny. Because I can smell her from here." He smiled with all his teeth. "You don't forget a scent like that. Not when you've had it under you. In your bed. When you've fucked it, bred it and put a pup in it and watched the belly swell." He breathed in again, eyes half closed, and it was obscene, the pleasure he took in it. "There. That's her. Sweet, and a little bit like fear, always was. And under it, smaller, newer." His eyes opened. "My son. Right there. Close. You've got them both tucked away somewhere warm, old man, and we both know it. She’s my mate, my bitch. And i can never forget the smell of my bitches!""Maybe there's something wrong with your nose"The words were out of me before I'd decided to speak. Every eye in the valley swung my way. Kaelen's too, slow, curious, taking me in for the first time like he'd only just noticed one of the animals coul

Liora I heard it through the boards. All of it. I'd promised Stiles I'd stay. I'd meant it, with my hand still warm from his face and Mael quiet against me in the dark. But the tunnel ran close under the north end, close enough to hear, and I sat in the black with my son and I listened to a man I hadn't seen in months turn my whole life into a joke for his soldiers. Expired. No value. Never did have any. I sat there and I shook and I held Mael's face to my chest so he wouldn't hear his father describe him like livestock. And then I heard Stiles choking. And then I heard the crack. And then somebody said Brenna's name like a wound, and something in me came loose from its moorings and I was moving before I knew I'd moved, up and out through the boards and into the light and the cold with my son in my arms and my legs carrying me faster than sense. "Liora, no!" Stiles, on his knees, reaching. "Go back, go back...." I didn't hear him, not really. I ran past him. I ran past the line,

KaelenI stood at the center of it and let the battle break around me like water around a stone.My men shifted and surged, and the ragged rogue line met them, and the snow went dark with wolves. I didn't move. I didn't have to. This was never going to be a fight I dirtied my own paws in until the end, and the end was the only part I cared about. Let them tire each other. Let the rogues spend their scrawny bodies. I had one thing to collect tonight and it was small enough to carry under one arm.I watched Stiles fight, and I watched something interesting. He wasn't fighting to win ground. He kept placing himself, over and over, between the battle and Liora, guarding her flank, taking blows that were meant for her. I filed that away. There was something there I didn't understand yet, and I have learned to notice the things I don't understand.Selena.I looked at her, standing apart from the killing with her furs pulled tight, and I could not for the life of me tell you what was true a

Then we ran at each other, and the fighting began again all around us, and I stopped thinking in words.I can't tell you where she ended and I began, my wolf and I, in those first moments. She knew things I didn't. She knew how to turn her shoulder into his charge, how to slip a jaw that snapped for her throat, how to come up under his guard and rake and be gone before he closed. I was fighting an Alpha, a warrior who'd killed in more battles than I'd seen years, and I was holding. I was better than holding. The purple light of me flared with every strike and I felt the whole valley watching a thing they'd never seen, and some far-off part of me, the part that had peeled roots and flinched at doors, could not believe what the rest of me was doing.But my eyes kept going to Gideon. To the grey shape of him carrying my son away through the trees, warriors of Frostbane peeling off to give chase, Whitewaters wolves throwing themselves in the way. My heart went with him even as my body fou