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“It’s a simple task,” he had said. “You go in there as though you’re delivering the food supplies. Once you’re inside, the warriors will guide you. Take his sisters, the two of them, and deliver them to me. With that leverage, we will win this war.”
I would not deny it. Varyn Ashmere was a cunning man, sharp–tongued and dangerously persuasive.
A man like him was the worst kind of enemy to make. But since Apex was his enemy and not I, then all was well.
That night, I arrived at the Lycans‘ massive gate, and even I could not help but marvel at the grandeur towering before me.
I hade with five Ashmere warriors disguised in cloaks, riding in the carriage with me. Traders delivering food, that was the pretense.
Everything had gone exactly as Varyn had nned. Zephyrine had spoken of Apex’s weakness. Dessyn had whispered it to Varyn. And now, Varyn hadid the task on me to deliver Apex’s sisters to him. The reward? Zeph, gifted to me as wife.
And so I sat there wondering who truly was the greater fool for love? Dessyn, betraying her best friend? Zeph, bedding her father’s killer? Or me, walking into the heart of a kingdom to steal its princesses on the word of a calcting man?
My thoughts were broken by the carriage halting at the gates. The sound of the wheels rolling to silence pressed against my ears.
Thest time I hade here, the kingdom was alive,ughter ringing, people thriving. Now, with their supplies destroyed by the fall of the tower, desperation hung in the air. That, and only that, was the reason I would be allowed in.
One of the Ashmere warriors stepped forward, cloak pulled tight, and hammered on the gate.
And then a voice from within.
“Open the gate. It’s Zephyrine.”
I froze. That voice… I knew it. One of the princesses.
A wicked smile tugged at my lips. For her to be outside at this hour meant only one thing.
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Apex truly was weakened.
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The massive gates groaned open, and our carriage rolled in and There they were, the princesses themselves, both of them, waiting in the torchlit yard.
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They were expecting Zeph to step down. But instead, cloaked warriors leapt out, des shing in the dark.
The first strike came swift, aimed straight at them. A guard lunged, intercepting, steel shing with steel, the sound cracking through the silence of the kingdom.
At once, the peace shattered.
I did not move from the carriage. I preferred to watch. To <i>see </i>how they would scramble to escape. My gaze drank them in, their beauty, their innocence. Perfect prey.
“What’s happening?” the younger one, Serena, not the healer asked, her voice trembling.
No answer came. Only another attack. A warrior’s de shed down, but another guard stepped in, taking the blow.
The steel cut deep, splitting his neck, blood spraying hot across the stones. He copsed dead at the princesses‘ feet. They went pale, horrified.
“We’vee to take you to Ash Pack!” one of the warriors roared. “Varyn Ashmere demands
for your brother’s sins with your shame!” you pay
He raised his de toward them, and they froze, terror–struck, unable to even move.
The sword came down.
And then an intervention. One I had not foreseen.
The strike was stopped mid–arc. Steel rang, sparks bursting into the night. In the blink of an eye, <i>blood </i>sprayed again, but this time it was Ashmere blood.
The warrior fell lifeless at the feet of another.
I stiffened, my heart jolting. Slowly, I looked up. The curtain of the carriage shifted, and I saw him. That same bodyguard, the one who had cut down the Rogue Alpha on the day of Apex’s coronation.
Chantel.
Even from where I sat, I recoiled. I had seen enough of his skill to know what his presence
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meant. For him to draw blood here…ying hands on the princesses was a sin Apex would never forgive.
“Chantel…” one of the princesses breathed, her voice trembling.
He turned. Serena clutched her hand, crimson spilling from a deep wound where a de had cut her. His face shifted, horror shing, and then came rage. A raw, unbridled rage that broke him open.
Without hesitation, he surged at the four remaining Ashmere warriors. Steel shed. Bodies mmed. In mere moments, two more were dead, their blood staining the stones.
But then, they rallied. They came at him as one, cornering him, overwhelming him. And in that chaos, one warrior snatched Serena by the throat, pressing a de against her neck.
“Drop your sword!” he bellowed, his voice wild, shaking with disbelief. Three of his brothers already dead. “Now, or she dies!”
Chantel stilled. Ominous. Silent. His sword slipped from his hand, ttering to the ground.
By now, we had an audience. People had gathered, their horrified whispers carrying on the cold air. The kingdom watched as blood soaked their stones.
“Let her go!” Princess Mearez cried, her voice breaking, torn between
The warrior sneered.
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“We were ordered to take two of you so you can be raped and disgraced. But since this cur has in three of us, we’ll take a life instead. This one’s blood will pay…”
His words ended in fire.
Because then it happened. Something no one expected.
Chantel moved.
His body shifted, and in that instant, his true nature was revealed. Wings vast, tattered, yet strangely magnificent burst from his back. Not a wolf. Not a man. A demon.
The crowd gasped.
He moved with impossible speed, faster than even an Alpha couldprehend. In half a second, the sword was wrenched from the warrior’s grip, Serena torn free from his hold. And when Chantel descended again…
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The warrior’s head hit the ground.
Beheaded.
An execution in a single, wless strike.
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Thest Ashmere warrior threw down his de and fled in terror. And in that moment, I knew. If I valued my life, I would do the same.
The carriage wheels rattled as we fled back through the gates. Behind us, the iron doors mmed shut with a thundering finality that drove ice down my spine.
Outside, beneath the ck sky, I swore an oath. I would not set foot in this war again. Not now. Not ever.
Because tonight, we had spilled the blood of a Blood.
And if Chantel, Apex’s bodyguard, was a demon…
Then gods help us.
What, then, was Apex Blood himself?