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Chapter Twenty One

Ronan didn't make a sound. His hand was already on the hilt of his broadsword, his body coiled tight like a trap about to spring."Stay behind me," he breathed into Devlin’s hair, his voice so quiet it barely registered against the howling wind outside.Devlin didn't argue. She crouched low against the cold stone wall, her fingers locking around the handle of her iron knife. Her blood felt like liquid ice, but her pulse hammered wild against the mark on her neck.Outside, heavy boots crunched against the snow, deliberate and unhurried."I know you can hear me, Ronan," Aldric’s voice drifted through the narrow mouth of the cave. "There are twenty of Wren’s trackers on the ridge above you. Ten more blocking the ledge below. You're cornered in a hole, like a rabid dog."Ronan slowly pushed himself up. He moved without a whisper of noise, stepping into the dim gray light near the entrance. Devlin watched his back—broad, rigid, the blood on his thigh already dark and stiff."If you want

Chapter Twenty Two

Devlin lay flat on the frozen shelf, her breath coming in ragged, white bursts.The silence after the chaos was suffocating. Below her, the fog swirled thick and white over the sheer drop. No screams. No heavy thuds. Just the endless whine of the wind through the canyon walls."Ronan!" she yelled, her voice tearing in her throat.She crawled on her hands and knees toward the ledge, ignoring the icy rocks tearing through her trousers. She looked over the edge. The drop went straight down into black shadow and jagged peaks.Nothing moved.A wave of cold dread slammed into her chest, harder than the mountain wind. She slammed her hand against the snow, her chest heaving. He couldn't be dead. The mark on her neck—the hot, pulsing thread that had beat in time with his heart—was suddenly dead and silent. Cold. Like an ember put out by dirty water."No," she muttered, her eyes stinging. "No, you don't get to die here."She scrambled backward, standing up on shaky legs. She didn't have her

Chapter Twenty Three

Devlin didn't waste time asking questions.She grabbed Ronan under his good arm, heaving his massive frame up before his knees could buckle again. He grunted, his face turning grey as he threw his leg over the spare horse's saddle. He almost went over the other side, but Devlin slammed her shoulder against his knee, holding him steady until his fingers locked into the mane.She swung herself onto the second mount. The saddle felt cold, but the horse under her was strong and fresh."Why are you helping us?" Devlin called over the wind, keeping her horse nose-to-tail with Vanya’s.Vanya didn't look back. She kept her mask fixed on the snowy path ahead, her white fur cloak snapping in the gale. "Wren's money is worthless if she burns the whole territory to get the crown. I like my business neat. A war with the human chiefdoms ruins trade.""She thinks I have the deed," Devlin said."I know you don't," Vanya replied coolly. "Corvin has it. He crossed the border two hours ago under Ge

Chapter Twenty Four

"I don't need to hold the sword," Ronan whispered, his rough hand leaving the reins to touch the hot mark on Devlin’s neck. "I just need her."The mark flared white-hot.A wave of raw, terrifying heat slammed straight from his skin into hers, knotting their blood together into a single, roaring pulse. Devlin gasped as her vision edged in gold. The freezing mountain air vanished, replaced by a furnace burning right beneath her ribs.Ronan turned his horse toward the six wolves charging down the slope, his jaw set hard, his lips pulling back over long, sharp teeth."Devlin," he growled, the beast's rumble echoing deep in his chest. "Don't look away."And she didn't.She stared right into the chaos as Ronan threw his horse forward. He didn't wait for the lead wolf to hit the ground. Before the beast could land its jump, Ronan swung his broadsword in a blinding, golden arc. Steel met flesh with a sickening crack, splitting the gray wolf clean before its paws touched the snow.Behind h

Chapter Twenty Five

The words hung in the freezing air, heavier than the snow falling through the pine branches.Devlin didn't move. She didn't scream or curse. The cold inside her chest simply hardened into something solid and sharp, like a sliver of dark ice behind her ribs."Say that again," she said. Her voice didn't shake. It was flat, quiet, and deadly.Corvin shrank back against his horse's flank, clutching the leather deed tube like a shield. "Wren’s riders reached the eastern wall yesterday at dusk. Your father didn't even draw a blade, Devlin. He opened the main gate himself. The Elders are gathered in the great hall right now, preparing to sign the chiefdoms over to the Thorneclaw alliance."Beside her, Ronan took a single step forward. The snow crunched beneath his boot. Even battered and caked in blood, his presence filled the shadow of the trees. His gold eyes burned low and dangerous in the dim light."He sold his own daughter to Eric," Ronan growled, his voice a gravelly rumble that ma

Chapter Twenty Six

Devlin pushed the heavy iron grate upward with her shoulder. It gave way with a low, rusty groan, barely audible over the shouting in the main square.She scrambled out of the dark culvert, her knees hitting the freezing mud of the narrow alley behind the chiefdom hall. Ronan rose behind her like a shadow made of steel and leather, his broadsword already resting naked in his hand. Vanya and Corvin slipped out last, crouched low against the rough timber wall."Side stair," Devlin breathed, nodding toward a rickety wooden ladder leading up to a narrow servant door twenty feet off the ground.They moved fast. Devlin took the steps two at a time, her boots silent against the rot-softened wood. She reached the door, slid her knife through the gap in the frame, and lifted the wooden latch from the inside. The door swung open with a soft sigh.Inside, the hall smelled of burning beeswax, stale ale, and the sharp, copper tang of fear.They stepped out onto the narrow timber balcony overlook

Chapter Twenty Seven

The heavy oak doors of the hall shuddered as something massive slammed against them from the outside. Iron bolts groaned. Dust rained down from the high rafters, coating the Elders’ panicked faces in white powder."They brought a battering ram!" Elder Vane cried out, scrambling behind the high council table.Devlin didn't look at the Elders. She didn't look at her father, who was shrinking back against the wall, clutching his bare shoulders. Her eyes went straight to Ronan.He stood at the center of the room, his broadsword resting low at his side. Blood—a mix of his own and the guards'—dripped steadily from the steel point onto the stone floor. The golden fire in his eyes burned bright, but his chest was heaving, his boots planted unevenly on the flags.He was running on borrowed time, and they both knew it. The raw power he had pulled through the bond was fading, leaving behind the crushing weight of his deep wounds."Vanya," Ronan grunted, not taking his eyes off the shuddering

Chapter Twenty Eight

The chiefdom hall didn't smell like royalty anymore. It smelled of spilled wine, pine smoke, and drying blood.Outside, the cheers of the human guards still bounced off the timber walls, but inside, the quiet was heavy. Gerrick’s men were already hauling bodies out into the cold, their iron boots loud against the flagstones.Devlin didn't move from the floor. She sat with her back against the high oak table, Ronan’s heavy head still resting in her lap. His breathing had evened out, deep and slow, but every time she tried to slip her hand away from his coat, his fingers twitched against her wrist, holding her fast."You can let go now," she muttered down at him, her voice rough. "The hall is cleared."Ronan didn't open his eyes, but the corner of his jaw tightened. "The floor is cold," he rasped, his voice a dark, low gravel. "I'm conserving energy.""You're heavy," she said, though she didn't push him off.A shadow fell over them. Devlin looked up to see Gerrick standing at the base

Chapter Tweeny nine

The silence in the hall turned razor-sharp. Devlin’s hand went cold inside Ronan’s grip. She looked up at him, her heart taking a hard, erratic leap against her ribs. The mark on her neck throbbed once, hot and loud, as if arguing against the very words he had just spoken. "She can break it?" Devlin asked. Her voice was too quiet, almost swallowed by the high stone rafters. Ronan didn't answer right away. He turned his head toward the open archway, his dark brow furrowed as he stared out into the swirling white fog of the northern crags. "The First King forged the crown with the blood of the first bonded pair," Ronan said, his voice flat, low, and devoid of warmth. "It holds the old magic. If an Alpha wears it inside the tomb, they can sever a bond by force. But it requires a sacrifice." "What kind of sacrifice?" "The human's life," Vanya’s voice cut in from the balcony above. She dropped down lightly, landing on the stone floor without a sound, her iron mask gleam

Chapter Thirty

She raised the silver dagger high above Silas’s trembling chest."Stop!" Devlin yelled, taking a step forward.Wren locked her eyes onto Devlin, her smile widening into something ugly and cruel."Why, little human?" Wren mocked, her blade hovering inches above Silas's heart. "He sold you to the hunters. He traded your life for a seat at my table. I'm doing you a favor."Silas lifted his head, his eyes terrified, blood dripping from his nose onto the stone. "Devlin..." he choked out. "Please..."Devlin stood frozen, her chest heaving, her fingers locked around her knife handle.Ronan took a slow, heavy step forward, his sword pointed straight at Wren’s throat. "Lower the blade, Wren. The crown won't accept a chief's blood for a mate bond. You know the law.""I don't need it to accept the chief's blood to start the fire, nephew," Wren hissed.With a brutal, lightning-fast motion, she plunged the silver blade straight into Silas’s chest.Silas let out a sharp, choked gasp.The pit of b

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