Chapter 21

ReyaOne week changed more than I thought it could.The Council still camps out beyond Blackwood’s gates, their silver banners are stubborn against the mountain wind. Every morning a messenger rides to the gate and demands an audience. Every afternoon Killian refuses. Every evening the riders return to their camp, no closer to taking me than the day before.The siege has become a routine. Oddly enough, my life has become a routine. After breakfast each morning, Killian and I meet in the training yard and every time I tell him how I hate training and every morning, he chooses to ignore me.“I’ve decided,” I announce one cold morning as I stretch a shoulder that protests my movement, “That your favorite hobby is making me miserable. I swear that this is getting too impossible for me to ignore. But this is the fact. It is real. You like making my life horrible and miserable. You like tormenting me. It is the only explanation that I can have!”Killian stands across from me, the practice s

Chapter 22

KillianThe archives beneath Blackwood smell like old parchment, and the kind of dust that remembers names no living man can pronounce. It’s a reminder of how dangerous things are because the dead rarely lie, but the people living once did. And that was the reason why I often secluded this part of the library. These archives are for my eyes and any future alpha's eyes to see. There is a single lantern that burns beside me as I unroll another scroll across the oak table. The room is a small island of light and a sea of shadowed stacks. Every document that I gathered in the last few days is open in front of me in a pile that is too big to be true. Some of these had been burned centuries ago. Some papers come from the Blackwoods library, others had been my father

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