Zephyrine


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    The carriage arrived at Ash Pack in the bright morning, and I carried no shame, nothing to hide anymore. I had decided to stand firm on what was right, and the Lycans starving was not right.


    I believed… no, I knew… my father would not want that either. All his life, Warlord Vale Ashmere believed that one day he would fall on the battlefield, and he feared no other fate.


    There is no greater honor for a warrior than died in action. It was time the truth began to be spoken.


    I stepped down from the carriage and stood by the fountain, my presence immediately drawing eyes from every corner of the bustlingne.


    I lifted my gaze toward Varyn’s window, where I caught sight of Dessyn watching me. For <i>a </i>moment, I wondered if my brother had returned, but seeing her smile told me he had not.


    When I entered the hall, she was already waiting.


    “Zephyr…” she whispered before rushing into my arms. I let myself linger in her embrace before pulling back to study her eyes.


    “My brother isn’t back yet?”


    “Not yet. But he’ll return soon.”


    I nodded and turned toward my bedchamber, but Dessyn caught my wrist, her eyes fastening


    on me.


    “Zephyr… how is Apex?”


    The question left me silent. I searched her eyes, weighing the risk.


    If Varyn knew of Lycannar’s weakness, he might see it as an opportunity tounch another attack. But Dessyn would never betray me that way.


    “He’s fine,” I murmured.


    Her gaze swept over me, my hair, my face, and then down to the faint swell of my breasts.


    “You made love to him?<b>” </b>


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    I did not answer. Instead, I turned away and walked to my chamber. She followed, entering as <b>I </b>opened the door. She paced toward the bed, her voice low and probing.


    “You’re troubled. What is it?”


    I stopped and faced her.


    “The Lycans need supplies. Their storage was destroyed when the tower copsed. Hundreds dead, more injured. Dessyn… it’s too much. And Lycannar won’t speak of it. I can’t shake this feeling that danger hangs in the air.”


    She swallowed, her eyes steady on mine.


    “How is Apex?” she asked again.


    “Weak.” My chest clenched with the confession. “So weak, Dessyn. When I left him, he was<b>… </b>out. Fading. Without his tower, and with the rules broken, he’s vulnerable.”


    Silence hung heavy between us as I continued, softer now.


    “I need to speak with my brother. The Lycans need supplies. His fight is with Lycannar, not with the people. They should not suffer.”


    Dessyn was quiet for a long moment. Then she nodded, a sad smile curving her lips.


    “I’ll tell Varyn you wish to speak with him when he returns.”


    She turned toward the door, but I quickly caught her wrist.


    “Please don’t tell him about Lycannar’s weakness. He would use it to strike.”


    Her eyes searched mine before she smiled again, nodding.


    “Your secret is safe with me.”


    And with that, she left.


    ***


    By afternoon, I stood at my window, waiting for the gates to part for Varyn’s return. Instead, I saw a carriage bearing the crest of Hue Pack approaching.


    My brow furrowed when Nyroth stepped out alongside my brother. A strange unease rippled through me as I watched the two men exchange quiet words before parting, Nyroth heading toward the meeting chamber, while Varyn turned and lifted his gaze to me.


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    For a breathless moment, our eyes locked, and a spark red in the space between us. We had not spoken, had not faced each other, since the night he toppled Lycannar’s tower. Now, atst, we would.


    I watched him enter the hall, and soon the sound of his steps echoed, drawing nearer until the door opened and he appeared.


    “Dessyn told me you’ve returned from the Lycan Kingdom.” His voice was quiet, steady. My throat tightened as I turned to face him. “You wanted to talk?”


    Something about him had shifted. I couldn’t name it, but whatever bond had once tied us as siblings felt strained, soured.


    “The Lycans need food. I want supplies delivered to them,” I said inly.


    His lips curved into a deceptive smile. He walk to the chair and settled down.


    “Father would be ashamed of this path you’re taking, Zephyr.” His gaze held mine unflinching. “Truly.”


    “Perhaps he would be more ashamed of the path you’ve chosen, Varyn, dining with those who send our people to their deaths.”


    He swallowed, his eyes still fixed on me, the tension between us sharp as a drawn de. Then he leaned back in his chair and called out,


    “Isolde, bring tea. One cup each for myself and my sister.”


    It wasn’t long before Isolde entered, set the tray on the table, and bowed before leaving us. Varyn reached for his cup and looked at me.


    “When do you want the food delivered?”


    The ease of his eptance startled me. I almost raised an eyebrow. This wasn’t the resistance I had expected, but there was no time to question. Lycannar needed me.


    “Tonight. I will lead the delivery myself.”


    He nodded, lifting his cup.


    “Come. Take yours.”


    I hesitated, but obeyed. He raised his cup, touched it lightly against mine, and drank in one gulp.


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    I stared at him, still cautious, then took a sip of mine.


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    But when I set my cup down, my eyes widened. Varyn leaned forward and spat the tea back into his cup, a cold smirk forming on his face.


    “Tonight, the Princesses of the Lycan Kingdom will be abducted. And by the time tomorrow, their naked bodies will be disyed in the market square.”


    you wake


    Heat surged through my veins, fury boiling. I moved to rise, <i>to </i>act, but toote. The taste of the tea lingered, and dizziness swept over me.


    “Silvermist,” he exined calmly. “For an ordinary wolf, it would have killed instantly. But you are an Alpha. It will only keep you under for a few hours.”


    Agony tore through me as I fought it, but the numbness was spreading, consuming. My body faltered, copsing. Varyn caught me before I hit the floor.


    With careful steps, he carried me to the bed andid me down gently, brushing a strand of hair from my


    face.


    “Good night, little sister,” he whispered.


    I struggled, wed at the fading edges of consciousness but my soul, my wolf, everything went numb. Darkness swallowed me whole.