Todos los capítulos de Reborn Before the Mark: I Married His Wolfless Uncle: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Smoke slid through the seam in thicker strands. Lorelai fastened her coat with shaking fingers.Karl had already pulled his shirt into place, but the open collar and the heat lingering between them kept the last few minutes close.Outside the concealed chamber, fire caught dry wood. A crate split with a sharp crack.“They want the records destroyed,” Lorelai whispered.“They want us forced into the passage.”Karl reached for the hidden panel. Lorelai caught his forearm.“If they are waiting outside it, opening that door gives them exactly what they want.”The chamber had been built to conceal people or supplies. No one created such a space without air.She raised both hands and felt along the sloping ceiling. Stone. Dust. A narrow current touched her fingers.“There.”At Lorelai’s direction, Karl lifted her toward the cooler current. A narrow gap between stones concealed a ventilation shaft. She found a broken iro

Caelan’s hand had barely left Lorelai’s arm when Karl asked the only question that mattered.“Do you want him removed?” he asked.Caelan wrenched his wrist free. “I came because she vanished after the hearing.”“You came into a secured camp and touched her again.”Karl’s shoulders locked. The fire guttered sideways, and every Greyhaven guard turned toward Caelan. Lorelai stepped between them before Karl’s restraint broke.“We leave now.”Karl kept his teeth set.“For Greyhaven,” she added. “The poison entered through our transport system. Every hour we remain here gives the person inside time to erase another record.”She looked at Caelan.“You will return to Moonridge’s road. You will not follow us.”“The High Council left the medical-harm claim open.”“It did not appoint you

Arthur’s blood led into the forest. Lorelai stopped at the woodland gate rather than following it.Karl did not. He reached the first line of trees before she called his name.“Karl.”He turned, already leaning toward the trees. The force he kept leashed rose before Lorelai spoke.Arthur had accessed the archive, marked the poisoned harness, and fled bleeding. The trail was too obvious.“Do not chase him blind,” Lorelai said.“He cannot have gone far.”“That may be why he left blood.”Karl’s face went hard. Behind them, Tomas organized the nearest fighters while the injured archive guard was carried toward the healers. Lorelai crouched beside the final drop on the stone.The blood was bright and the drops too round. They had fallen straight down, not struck the ground from a running man. She touched nothing.“He stopped here.”Karl&rsqu

A locked door was no protection now. Someone had poisoned Karl’s clean replacement belt after the armory closed, so Lorelai treated every visible route, object, and order as compromised. She left the belt where it had been found.The buckle was wrapped, marked, and replaced with an identical clean piece. The armory seals were unbroken. No alarm crossed Greyhaven.By first light, the route rehearsal—not the public departure—still appeared to be proceeding exactly as planned. Lorelai mounted beside him in the southern yard.They wore ordinary patrol coats rather than delegation clothing. Tomas and two scouts waited beyond the mill passage with fresh horses. The public escort gathered near the western gate, visible to anyone counting riders from the archive windows.Karl checked every seam of Lorelai’s gloves before she took the reins.“You watched me put them on.”“I watched poison reach a locked room.

The northern granary burned while Greyhaven’s civilians stayed sealed inside the shelters. Lorelai ran from the healers’ yard with Karl beside her.Smoke rolled over the northern roofs in black waves. The alarm bell continued its broken pattern, calling fighters toward a fire that had started after every evacuation route had been activated.Karl reached the granary first and tore open the outer gate. Heat struck them.Flames climbed one wall near the loading platform, feeding on loose straw and the dry wood of an empty rack. Three workers formed a line from the rain barrels, passing buckets through the yard. The main grain stacks had not yet caught.“Move the crates away from the wall!” Lorelai shouted.A guard seized the nearest one. Karl caught his shoulder.“Not with bare hands.”The guard stopped short. After the poison on the cloak, harness, and sword belt, nothing near an unexplained fire coul