The Lycan King’s Broken Mate
Haga Krisztina i've got a darkness shining through medarkness insidewhy am i still here just to suffereven in darkness, she chose to rise
“I put a spring-trap under the plank in the spring; if you are chased you can knock out the single peg and drop the support — but only after everyone has crossed.”
Nyra looks at me once more; her gaze is at once asking and giving, as if to say, “Do what you must, I will do what I must,” and in that exchange everything is paralyzingly beautiful and ruthlessly cruel — for the world we held together until now splits into two strands, and only the gods know where they will meet again.
“Aedan…” she begins, and now she is not calling the king, not the warlord, not the man organizing defense, but me, her husband, whose hand trembles just as hers does. “Promise.”