LOGINThe command tent felt noticeably emptier the moment Marcus and Gideon disappeared through the entrance.Their footsteps faded into the distance, swallowed by the sounds of a camp preparing for war.Warriors called out assignments.Steel rang against whetstones.Fires crackled as the evening air turned cold.Natasha remained at the map table, studying the charcoal sketch Marcus had left behind.The eastern fortress.Magnus.Forty warriors.A heavily guarded weapons cache.And somewhere inside their own camp...A traitor.Damien stepped quietly behind her.She sensed him before he spoke.The warmth of his body.The subtle shift in the air.The bond tightening between them like a drawn bowstring.His hands settled on her hips, firm enough to steady her without interrupting her thoughts."You're thinking too loudly."She didn't look away from the map."I'm thinking about twelve refugees."A pause."And which one wants us dead."His thumbs moved slowly across her waist."I'm thinking about
The command tent felt noticeably emptier the moment Marcus and Gideon disappeared through the entrance.Their footsteps faded into the distance, swallowed by the sounds of a camp preparing for war.Warriors called out assignments.Steel rang against whetstones.Fires crackled as the evening air turned cold.Natasha remained at the map table, studying the charcoal sketch Marcus had left behind.The eastern fortress.Magnus.Forty warriors.A heavily guarded weapons cache.And somewhere inside their own camp...A traitor.Damien stepped quietly behind her.She sensed him before he spoke.The warmth of his body.The subtle shift in the air.The bond tightening between them like a drawn bowstring.His hands settled on her hips, firm enough to steady her without interrupting her thoughts."You're thinking too loudly."She didn't look away from the map."I'm thinking about twelve refugees."A pause."And which one wants us dead."His thumbs moved slowly across her waist."I'm thinking about
Dawn broke pale and cold through the canopy, casting long shadows across the war camp.Natasha stood at the edge of the clearing with her arms folded across her chest, watching Marcus and Gideon assemble the advance team.Twelve warriors.Handpicked.Armored.Moving with quiet efficiency.Marcus inspected every weapon with his usual methodical precision while Gideon moved among the ranks, issuing low commands that sent the warriors into position without a wasted movement.Her shoulder throbbed beneath the fresh bandage.Maren had changed the dressing at first light, applying another layer of the burning salve that made her grit her teeth every time it touched the wound.The infection was fading.But not fast enough."You should be out there."She didn't turn.She already knew Damien had stepped up behind her.His presence was impossible to miss.Warm.Steady.Comfortingly familiar."I am exactly where I need to be."His voice carried the calm authority he reserved for war councils.Me
"Three days," she repeated, her breath still ragged against his lips. "You think you can order me to rest like I'm one of your soldiers?""I think I can ask."His grip shifted, both hands settling at her waist. His broad palms spanned the curve of her hips, fingers resting firmly against her sides. The hold was steady, protective rather than restrictive, while his thumbs traced slow circles that eased some of the tension knotted inside her."And I think you'll listen because you know I'm right."Natasha planted both hands against his chest, intending to shove him away.Instead, her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.The movement tugged at the bandage stretched across her shoulder, sending a sharp reminder of why she wasn't leading the advance team.Pain flared.Frustration followed close behind."You're insufferable.""And you're stubborn."He guided her backward with deliberate care until her back rested against the rough trunk of a pine at the edge of the clearing. He kept
His grip didn't loosen. If anything, it tightened. His thumb dug into the soft skin beneath her wrist, pressing against the pulse hammering there. The pressure wasn't enough to hurt, but it was enough to make a point. His jaw was tight, a muscle ticking beneath the skin, and those crystal-blue eyes held hers with an intensity that made her feel like prey."Stay still," he said.The words were low, almost a growl, vibrating through the narrow space between them.Natasha lifted her chin. The movement was instinctive, born of years of training and a stubbornness that ran deeper than bone."Don't tell me what to do.""I'm not telling you anything." His voice dropped another octave, rough and dark. "I'm asking you to stop throwing yourself into danger before you're healed enough to survive it.""I survived fine before you came along."Something shifted in his expression. A flash of pain slipped beneath the dominance, there and gone in an instant.His free hand rose, fingers brushing the ed
Natasha made her way through the pack grounds toward the healer's tent, the evening air carrying the scent of pine and woodsmoke.Her shoulder throbbed with every step.A dull, persistent ache she had learned to compartmentalize during her captivity.But Damien was right.Damn him.The wound needed attention, and ignoring it wouldn't make the infection disappear.The healer's tent glowed with warm amber light, the entrance flap tied back to welcome the last rays of the setting sun.Inside, bundles of herbs hung drying from the crossbeams.Yarrow.Comfrey.Goldenrod.Their sharp medicinal scent filled the air.The healer, an older woman named Maren with silver-streaked hair and steady hands, looked up from her worktable as Natasha ducked inside."Sit."Maren pointed toward the narrow cot without ceremony."I've been expecting you."Her eyes flicked toward the entrance."Your Alpha sent word ahead."Of course he had.Natasha lowered herself onto the cot and pulled the loose collar of he
The war room felt colder without her.Damien stood over the scattered maps, crystal blue eyes tracing routes he'd memorized weeks ago. His fingers pressed against the parchment where the Northern territories spread across the mountains, Ragnar's domain, brutal and unforgiving. Candlelight flickered
The great hall had been transformed.Gone were the feast tables and decorations from the previous night. In their place stood four wooden posts driven into the stone floor, each fitted with iron restraints.The condemned knelt before them.Selene, her granddaughter Brynn, and two household servants
Gideon hauled Marta to her feet, her bound wrists still clutching the charcoal-smudged confession. Two guards materialized from the corridor shadows, their faces stone-hard as they took position on either side of the trembling servant."East block cell, second corridor," Gideon instructed them. "No
The next morning, the training yard stretched quiet beneath a pale sky, dew still clinging to the packed earth. Natasha moved through her warm-up forms with deliberate precision, her muscles loose but her mind still tangled in the web of suspicions from the night before. The trap was set. All she c