All Chapters of My Husband’s Brother Is My Mate?!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

They built two pyres on the hill above the outer village.One was tall, made of white birch and pine, with a bed of heather at its heart. The other was smaller, simpler, built of oak. They stood side by side against a gray sky, and beneath them, row on row, the whole pack gathered in the cold.I stood at the front with my hands folded and my eyes dry. I had cried until there was nothing left. Now there was only a heavy, hollow silence, like a bell that has stopped ringing.My father lay on the taller pyre in his best gray tunic, his hands folded on his chest, his white hair combed. Madam Ilse had washed his face. Mara had braided a sprig of rosemary into his belt. He looked peaceful. Younger. As if the weight of thirty years had finally been lifted.Tobias lay on the smaller pyre. They had dressed him in a clean white shirt. Someone had cleaned the ink from his fingers, then, after a moment, tried to put it back, because it did not look right without it. The result was a smudge of blu

"Tell it slowly," Cain said.We sat in the hall, around the long wooden table, with candles guttering in iron sconces. Lucian sat at the head with a mug of mulled wine between his hands. Madam Ilse had bound his arm. His face was gray. His fingers shook.He had been riding for six days."After Ravenna's arrest," he said, "the captain of the legion decided to send her back to the Citadel for trial. I volunteered to go with the escort. Ten riders. Her wrists were bound. She was in a locked carriage.""I remember," Dane muttered. "They left two days after the pyres.""On the fourth night, we camped in the Winter Pass." Lucian's voice shook. "They came out of the snow. A hundred of them. White cloaks. White masks." He swallowed. "The White Hand.""What is that?" Rhys asked."Ravenna's own guard. Her private order. They have served her for thirty years. Sworn to her and no one else." His mouth twisted. "I never knew they existed. I thought they were a rumor.""And they freed her?""In unde

We took the mountain.I have asked myself many times why. Cain thought it was desperation. Rhys thought it was instinct. Mara said, quite sincerely, that she had decided she liked Kestrel's hair.I think it was the pup.She trotted ahead of us now, a small white shape against the snow, tail high, ears pricked. She never once looked back. She walked as if she had been born to the path.Three days of climbing.Varek's five hundred came with us, strung out in a long dark line behind. They had taken the news of the change with a shrug and a grin. Mountains, Varek had said. Good. My people were born on rocks. The Redfang wolves moved up the narrow track like ants on a branch, packs on their backs, spears over their shoulders, singing low, rough marching songs.By the second night, the snow reached our knees.By the third, it reached our thighs.The air thinned. My breath came in white clouds. My feet went numb inside my boots. Wind howled across the high ridges, carrying a thin, icy dust t

"You are insane," Rhys said.He was laughing. I was laughing. We were both crying, clinging to each other in the snow, his arms locked around my ribs so tightly I could barely breathe."There was a crack," I gasped. "In the wall. A chimney of ice. I could climb it.""You climbed it?""I fell some of the way.""Selene.""I am here." I cupped his face. His skin was freezing. His eyes were red-rimmed and wild. "I am here. I am all right."He kissed me. It was a hard, desperate, clumsy kiss, tasting of salt and blood. When he drew back, his forehead rested against mine."Do not ever," he whispered, "do that again.""You first."He laughed shakily."Excuse me," a voice said from the dark. "I hate to interrupt. But I am bleeding."I turned. Bryn lay against the wall with her splinted leg stretched in front of her, a small, wry smile on her white face. Her eyes were fixed on a spot over my shoulder.I looked.A rope came snaking down from the hole in the ceiling, slowly, then faster. A momen

I do not remember crossing the corridor.I remember falling to my knees beside her. I remember her cloak, torn and stained. I remember lifting her head into my lap and brushing the white hair back from her face.Her eyes were open.They were still silver. Still sharp. But the light behind them had dimmed, like a lamp burning low."Child," she whispered."I am here.""You came.""I got your note.""I knew you would." A faint smile. "You are your mother's daughter."Her chest rose and fell in shallow, bubbling gasps. A long dark stain spread across her gray shirt. Someone had stabbed her. More than once."Do not move," I said fiercely. "Madam Ilse is not here, but Mara knows herbs, and Rhys can carry you...""No." She laid a thin, dry hand on my wrist. "There is no time. Listen."I bent close."They took it," Ysolde breathed. "The Chancellor. The Marshal. They took the Moon's Heart.""What is that?""The first silver wolf's heartstone. The root of every oath." Her breath rattled. "It sl