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BARBARIAN: Hundred And Seventeen

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Caierre didn't move. Couldn't, for a long moment, the enormous chained wolf's crimson eye holding him in place more surely than any physical restraint could have.

The chamber around them was lit only by braziers burning blue flame at wide intervals, casting long shadows across chains thick as tree trunks, across scars layered over older scars across black fur that seemed to swallow even that strange light rather than reflect it. The wolf didn't strain against its bindings. It simply watched him
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  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   BARBARIAN: Hundred And Eighteen

    The palace was alive with light.Caierre stood in the middle of it, and for a long, disorienting moment forgot entirely that he was watching a memory. Music drifted up from the courtyards below, strings and drums woven together in something joyful, and lanterns strung between the towers cast warm gold over crowds gathered in the square—families, children chasing each other between stalls, wolves walking easily among the people, all of it lit by a full moon hanging fat and silver overhead."The Moon Ascension Festival," Fenrir's voice said, close beside him though the great wolf's shape had shrunk somehow, folded down into something that walked at Caierre's shoulder rather than towering over him. "Held once a year, when the bond between pack and moon runs strongest. This was the last one Vaelor ever celebrated."Caierre reached out, without thinking, toward a child laughing past him, chasing a wolf pup through the crowd.His hand passed through her shoulder like she was smoke."They ca

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   BARBARIAN: Hundred And Seventeen

    Caierre didn't move. Couldn't, for a long moment, the enormous chained wolf's crimson eye holding him in place more surely than any physical restraint could have.The chamber around them was lit only by braziers burning blue flame at wide intervals, casting long shadows across chains thick as tree trunks, across scars layered over older scars across black fur that seemed to swallow even that strange light rather than reflect it. The wolf didn't strain against its bindings. It simply watched him, patient, unhurried, its single open eye moving slowly over him like it was weighing something and had all the time in the world to finish weighing it."Who are you," Caierre finally managed, "and what are you doing here?"~~"I have been called many things," the wolf said, voice rolling through the chamber like something felt more than heard. "Most recently, and most unkindly, the Mad Wolf. That name is not mine. It was given after the fact, by people who only ever met what I became and never

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   BARBARIAN: Hundred And sixteen

    The dark had weight to it.Not empty dark—dark that pressed, dark that smelled of old iron and colder stone than anything he'd walked through yet, dark that carried sound the way water carries cold. And through it, before he could see anything at all, he heard chains.Dragging. Slow, deliberate, somewhere ahead of him, the sound of enormous iron links scraping across stone in a rhythm too even to be accidental."Hello?" His voice came out smaller than he wanted it to.No answer. Only the chains, and his own pulse, loud in his ears.~~A flame kindled in the distance, small and blue, casting light that shouldn't have carried as far as it did. Caierre moved toward it, careful, and the light grew as he approached—not brighter, exactly, just wider, revealing more of the space around him with every step.A prison. Vast, far larger than anything he'd have guessed could exist beneath a buried city, walls disappearing up into dark he couldn't measure, every surface within reach of the blue fl

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   BARBARIAN: Hundred And Fifteen

    Three hours.Alvar had stopped trusting his own count somewhere after the second, but Grant kept murmuring the time anyway, low, mechanical, like saying it out loud was the only thing keeping panic at bay. Caierre hadn't moved. Hadn't blinked, hadn't breathed in any way Alvar could see, one hand still locked around the crown's dark metal, eyes open and fixed on absolutely nothing.The black mist had grown bolder in that time. It no longer simply circled him—it rose in slow, deliberate waves now, coiling upward from the base of his spine until it took shape at its peak, unmistakable, a wolf rendered massive and ghostly in curling smoke, jaws parted in something that might have been a snarl or might have been grief. Then it dissolved, always, before anyone could decide which."That's the third time it's done that," Eryndor said, quiet, watching the smoke fold back into nothing."Is it protecting him," Morwen asked, "or trying to get out?""I don't know anymore," the old man admitted. "I

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   BARBARIAN: Hundred And Fourteen

    The light faded, and Caierre was standing in a city that shouldn't exist.Vaelor. Whole. Not ruins buried under centuries of stone and dust, but *alive*—sunlight pouring gold over rooftops that had crumbled to nothing in every version he'd seen so far, streets full of movement, voices, the ordinary noise of a place going about an ordinary day. Wolves walked among the crowds in human shape and animal both, unremarkable, woven into the fabric of the city like they'd never once needed to hide what they were. Merchants called out prices in a marketplace thick with color. Children chased each other between stalls, laughing, careless.Caierre turned in a slow circle, breath caught somewhere in his chest.*I've gone back. Somehow, impossibly, I've gone back in time.*~~"You haven't," a voice said, close behind him, and he spun to find a man watching him with quiet, careful patience.Royal clothing, fine but unshowy, dark hair, a face that struck Caierre somewhere deep and familiar even befo

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   BARBARIAN: Hundred And Thirteen.

    The staircase opened with a groan that seemed to come from the throne itself, stone splitting away beneath the ancient seat to reveal steps spiraling down into dark the crystal light couldn't fully reach.Nobody spoke for a moment. The kneeling guardians hadn't moved since Caierre's strange, borrowed voice had stopped them cold, and something about walking past all those bowed stone heads to descend into whatever waited below felt like crossing a line none of them could uncross afterward."We've come this far," Alvar said finally, quiet, his hand finding Caierre's. "We're not stopping now."Caierre nodded, throat too tight for words, and led the way down.~~The chamber at the bottom was smaller than the throne room above, but it felt larger somehow—dense with weight, with age, the crystal veins here glowing a deeper gold than anywhere else they'd seen in the buried city. And at its center, resting on a plain stone altar, sat a crown.Simple, unadorned by gems or gilding, wrought from

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   Barbarian: Chapter Four.

    Did he just speak?The thought ran through him like a wildfire spreading through the shagani forest. He stared at those crimson eyes that stared back, confused yes.Who wouldn’t be? Caierre just blunted out the word mate to a stranger that he knew nothing aside from the fact that he was supposed to

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   Barbarian: Chapter Three.

    ‘It smells like sewers’That was the first thought that came to Caierre’s mind as he slowly opened his eyes. The room was almost pitch black except the little light that found its way through the half sized window.He touched his head that was spinning, his body felt like he was hit with a brick. A

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   Barbarian: Chapter Two.

    “That was the last of them, Alpha.”Another lifeless wolf dropped to the ground just like the rest that has been in this tavern. The smell of blood was heavy in the air, mixing with the burnt scent of spilled ale and broken wood. It wasn’t the first time his attackers had tried to assassinate him,

  • BARBARIAN: The Mad Alpha Is My Mate.   Barbarian: Chapter One.

    “State your name, barbarian” Caierre shrugged, opening his bag sack and handing them his name plaque. Adrian let out a chuckle, moving forward towards the wolf warriors that stood by the gates to the Masbrook. “He can’t speak,” Adrian explained to the soldiers. It was true though, after witnessin

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