Todos os capítulos de The Lycan Commander’s Lethal Shadow: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 13

The hairline fractures on the ancient medallion glowed with a blinding, incandescent white."Please," Anna gasped. The word was barely a sound torn from her throat and swallowed instantly by the roaring mountain gale. Her fingers clawed desperately at the packed snow, tearing through the frozen crust until her nails bled but she felt none of it. The heat radiating from the heavy silver disc pressed against her sternum had long past the point of a burn. It was a brand, a localized sun melting through her clothes, through her skin, burrowing deep into the marrow of her bones. "Just a little longer... please."She collapsed forward, her forehead pressing into the drift. The scent of her own scorching flesh filled her nose, a terrifying testament to the magic failing within the metal. For twenty three years, this medallion had been her anchor, her silence, her cage.Snap.The sound was not loud but it resonated in the center of her mind

The Blackwood Citadel did not rise toward the heavens like the polished obsidian towers of the Bloodmoon Pack, it burrowed into the very bone of the northern mountains. Built from brutalist, iron-veined granite, its massive gates were forged from cold-rolled steel, scarred by centuries of siege lines and scorched by the desperate elemental fire of forgotten wars. It was a fortress that did not care for beauty,it cared only for survival anchoring itself to the earth like an unyielding root. Anna walked beside Liam through the outer courtyard. The air here was thin, biting and thick with a suffocating cocktail of scents: pine needle freeze, winter frost, the sharp tang of hot forge oil and the raw, unyielding dominance of the Blackwood Legion. Dozens of massive warriors, true northern giants compared to the sleeker, more agile wolves of the south, stopped their drills to stare at them. Heavy iron broadswords paused mid-swing, sparring matches ground to a sudden tense halt.