Todos los capítulos de Reborn Before the Mark: I Married His Wolfless Uncle: Capítulo 241 - Capítulo 250

The prisoner list was stained with someone else's blood.Caelan held it beneath the lamp in the unauthorized eastern camp while the wounded soldier who had carried it leaned against the map table. Outside, the men who still answered Caelan’s call kept their voices low. They knew Karl’s orders had not reached this camp because Caelan had made certain they would not.The names belonged to people Caelan had once treated as background to his inheritance: a scout, his sister, border families whose faces he had forgotten after oath ceremonies ended.“They are alive?” Caelan asked.“The searchers saw them moved east,” the soldier said. “A holding site beyond the line.”Caelan read the list again. He could imagine the report reaching Karl and Lorelai, arriving in a council where someone would weigh routes, witnesses, supplies, and permission. By the time an authorized force moved, the prisoners could be gone.

Two messengers reached Lorelai’s map table within the same breath.The first carried Karl’s field mark. Caelan had crossed the eastern line, entered the Noctis complex, and come out with freed prisoners and wounded men. The second messenger still had dust from the southern road on his coat.“Eve’s convoy was attacked,” he said. “The trace copies were on that route.”The two messages changed the air around the table. A moment earlier, Whitecliff had been one threatened road among several. Now Lorelai could feel the distance between fronts as something physical: Karl pulled east by living prisoners, Eve exposed somewhere south, Avelune’s people waiting for a decision that could not protect both places equally. Her first life offered no answer. It had never contained this version of the war, because she had never survived long enough to build the alliances now being attacked.Caelan’s unauthorized crossin

Caelan watched Eve’s carriage vanish beyond the ridge, then turned back to the wounded man in his arms.The guard’s coat was soaked through at the side. Blood had darkened the cart rail and the road beneath it. Behind the carts, the old Whitecliff threshold stood open, its iron gate hanging above the track. The vampires had kept their wounded inside its warded reach while the road was safe. It was not safe now.“We go through the gate,” Caelan said.The rider who had asked who would take them looked toward the ridge. “And the carriage?”Caelan shifted the guard higher against his shoulder. The fleeing wheels were already gone. He could still picture the pale shape behind the glass. That was not a trail. It was bait with a woman inside it.“The healer comes with the prisoners,” he said. “You take the second cart. No one follows the ridge.”No one answered at first. Then the rider low

Karl woke before the second horn, with Lorelai’s hand closed around the edge of the field ledger.The tent was gray with the hour before dawn. His armor lay where she had set it aside. Outside, feet moved along the camp road and someone called for the eastern gate. The mark at his wrist answered her nearness, but it gave him no right to decide where she would stand when the fighting began.Lorelai opened her eyes. “Whitecliff?”“Still holding.”“That was not what I asked.”Karl looked at her. “The first line is forming. I am going to it.”She sat up and reached for his breastplate. “And you will come back if the line breaks.”“I will tell you before I change the plan.”“You will ask when the plan puts you beyond the road we agreed on.”He nodded. “I will ask.”Lorelai held out the armor. Karl turned his back to he

The lamps in Whitecliff’s signal towers went out before Valerian reached the inner gate. From the narrow passage beneath the wall, he watched the last light disappear above the field. The victory below had left the fortress facing the wrong direction.The compromised entrance had not been forced. That was its value. One guard opened the service postern when shown an order with the right seal and the wrong purpose. Another lowered his eyes and stepped aside. Valerian passed between them without haste. Men obeyed more completely when they could still pretend the command had come from their own chain.Behind him, the postern closed again. The guard who had opened it kept one hand on the bar as though the weight of iron could return the choice to him. Valerian did not look back. The man would remember the sound each time Whitecliff claimed it had never been entered.Inside, the Citadel smelled of wet stone and lamp oil. The corridors were nearly empty. Everyon