All Chapters of The Alpha’s Greatest Blindness: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The first clash at the eastern markers reached the private wing in short, sharp reports.I stayed near the table while the runners came in one after another. Kael stood over the slope map and answered each message with clean, short orders. His voice never rose. The careful way he held his left side never eased. The bandages stayed clean only because the fighting was still outside the walls and not yet at his door.The Veilbreaker probes were not a full assault. They came in small, fast groups, hit the outer markers hard enough to force a response, then pulled back before the defenders could close around them. It was a counting game. They wanted to know how many wolves held the line, how quickly the keep reacted, and where the gaps might open if they pushed harder later.Kael treated it exactly that way.“Hold the marker. Do not chase. Report numbers and direction only. If they leave wounded, leave them. I want the line intact, not a scatter of fighters chasing shadows into the trees.”

The scout report came back just as the last of the light left the high slits in the outer room.I stayed on the edge of the bed in the inner chamber, the connecting door open, the silver cuff warm against my wrist. From my place I could see Kael at the table and the captain who had taken the quiet scouts out to look at the centre of the western block. The man’s face was tight. He spoke without waiting for a longer invitation.“They are carrying someone,” he said. “Centre of the block, closed litter, four guards who do not match the rest of the line. The litter is covered. No house marks on the cloth. The rest of the western group moves like a wall around it. They are not here only to test the marker. They are delivering something they do not want touched until they reach the gate.”The room went still.Kael’s voice stayed low.“Alive?”“The scouts could not get close enough to hear breathing without starting a fight. The way the guards hold the litter suggests weight that is not only

The outer door of the private wing sealed behind him with a heavy, final sound.I stayed in the inner room as ordered. The connecting door remained open only long enough for Elder Orion to take his place in the outer chamber, then the posts locked the corridor, and the wing became a closed box again. The silver cuff kept its sharp pull toward the western marker, steady and insistent, as if it could still feel the covered litter even through stone and distance.Elder Orion stood near the table with his staff and the slope map. He did not try to fill the silence with empty words. After a while, he only said,“He will not take risks he does not have to take. The escort is tight. The marker is prepared. The living master wanted a hearing. They will get a careful one.”I nodded once. My hands stayed closed around the cuff. The pull did not ease. If anything, it grew clearer, as if the piece were straining toward whatever sat under the cloth on that litter.Time moved slowly. The sounds of

The planning for the extraction filled the next hour with short, hard orders and the low sound of men moving in the corridor outside the sealed wing.I stayed in the inner room as Kael had ordered. The connecting door remained open so I could hear everything. He stood at the table in the outer room with a small group of captains who had never been on the original list of fourteen. The map of the western marker lay between them. His voice stayed quiet and precise. Every word was about numbers, timing, and the exact point at which they would break contact if the western line refused to honour the white-banner terms.“We do not open the main gate,” Kael said. “We do not give them a path. We take the litter under our own cover, move her inside the nearest secured post, and close the ground behind us. If the western line breaks the parley and attacks, we withdraw with what we have and leave the rest to the prepared defences. No chase. No second attempt before dawn.”One of the captains ask

The outer bolts turned under the coded pattern while the night was still deep.I was on my feet before the door fully opened. Elder Orion stepped aside. Kael came in first, followed by two of the wolves from the covering team. Cold air and the smell of steel came with them. Fresh blood had soaked through the bandage on his left arm and darkened a new section of the binding around his ribs. He moved with the careful, locked control of a man who had spent the last of his margin on the prepared ground and was still refusing to show it.His golden eyes found me at once in the connecting doorway. He checked that I was unhurt and still inside the wing, then gave a short order to the two wolves to wait in the corridor. When the outer door sealed again, the private wing contained only the three of us and the weight of everything that had happened at the marker.“The girl is secure,” Kael said. His voice was rough, scraped by cold and the leftover strain of the fight. “Alive. Still not speakin