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The war room smelled of wet leather and stale ink. Maps of the shared river border between Moonridge and Ashwood were pinned to the heavy oak table."We lost three scouts near the northern ridge," Ronan said, slamming his fist down. "Draven’s syndicate isn't just hit-and-run anymore. They are organized."Kian leaned over the table, his eyes tracing the red lines marking the casualty reports. "They aren’t trying to take territory, Ronan. Look at the movement patterns."Rhea walked up beside him, her eyes scanning the maps. "They are heading upstream. Toward the source of the river."Mira gasped, her face going pale. "The shared water supply? If they poison the upstream flow, it ruins the land for both Moonridge and Ashwood.""An environmental collapse," Kian muttered, his jaw tightening. "They want to destroy the resource we both need, forcing us to fight each other for survival."Rhea looked at Kian, her voice firm. "We don't hide behind political defense anymore. We stop this at the

The air turned thick and black long before they reached the outer perimeter. The scent of burning pine blended with the unmistakable stench of scorched flesh and blood. The grand wooden gates of the Ashwood fortress—gates that had stood for a century—lay splintered on the frozen ground, hacked to pieces from the inside."The gate mechanism," Kian hissed, leaping down from his horse before it could fully stop. He examined the iron gears. "The heavy chains were cut. Someone deliberately jammed the locks so the defenders couldn’t drop the iron bars."Rhea slid off her mount, her fingers tingling with a residual silver spark [GoodNovel]. "A betrayal from within. Just like the dying man said.""We need to find Ronan and the survivors," Kian said, his voice dropping into a lethal, quiet register. He drew his broadsword, the steel catching the orange glow of the burning rafters above them. "Stay close."They sprinted through the smashed archway and into the main courtyard. The scene was pure

The silver light at the tips of Rhea’s fingers grew sharper as she synchronized her breathing with the steady pulse of the river. The dark purple glow from the syndicate’s suppression runes cast long, sickly shadows across the muddy bank. There was no more time for hesitation or fear. The survival of two packs rested entirely on what they did in the next ten seconds."The two scouts on the left are mine," Kian whispered, his voice a low, lethal vibration against the rushing sound of the water. "The moment I drop the first one, you strike the center.""Keep the leader alive if you can," Rhea murmured back, her eyes locked on the tall, cloaked figure directing the ritual. "We need to know who is funding them from the inside.""No promises," Kian said.With a burst of explosive speed, Kian launched himself from the thick brush. He was a blur of dark leather and flashing steel. The first syndicate scout didn't even have time to gasp before Kian’s broadsword struck the hilt of his weapon,

A young Moonridge warrior was pinned beneath a heavy, burning wooden beam, his leg trapped in the debris. Two syndicate fighters were advancing on him, their daggers raised for a final blow. Before they could drive the steel down, I vaulted over a pile of smoking rubble. The silver magic in my veins surged, amplifying my physical speed until the world seemed to slow down around me. I caught the first attacker by the throat before he could even register my presence. With a sharp twist, I hurled his body across the courtyard into a stone horse trough. To my right, a loud clang of metal echoed as Lucian’s blade met the second fighter's strike mid-air [GoodNovel]. With a brutal downward slash, Lucian disarmed the man and drove his boot into his chest, knocking him flat into the dirt. "Get him up!" Lucian shouted to me, his eyes already scanning the perimeter for more threats. I grabbed the burning wooden beam with my bare hands. The heat hissed against my silver-shielded skin, but

The click of the crossbow mechanism echoed through the narrow stone tunnel like a crack of thunder.Lucian didn't hesitate. In a single, seamless motion, he shoved me behind his massive frame, his broadsword clearing its leather sheath with a lethal hiss. The heavy steel of his blade caught the faint, watery light dripping from the stone ceiling."Get down!" he growled.A sharp iron bolt hissed through the darkness, slicing straight through the space where my head had been a second ago. It slammed into the wet stone wall behind us, throwing a spray of sparks and sharp rock fragments into the air.Fifty paces ahead, the four enforcers we had sent forward spun around, their swords drawn. But they weren't looking down the tunnel for an enemy. Two of them immediately turned their weapons on their own comrades, driving their blades into the necks of the loyal guards before the men could even cry out.The bodies hit the damp floor with a heavy, sickening thud.Standing over them, holding a