《Rejected and Banished: Claimed by the Lycan King》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Rogue’s POV. We didn’t have any banners.We didn’t wear any colors.We didn’t make a lot of noise so the whole forest knew we were coming.That is what soldiers do.Soldiers fight wars.We start wars.---Ridge was being too quiet.The bad kind of quiet. The kind that happens after something has already happened and things are calm again.Lyra’s people are like a team. They are fast. They can hurt people easily.They do their job well.They do it in a way.It is the kind of job that you can plan and know how it will go.I was hiding in the bushes, knees were on the ground. I was breathing very slowly, watching two Stormclaw boys walking on the trail.They were talking to each other, laughing.Men get like that when they think the bad times are over.They are not.Not even close.One of my team members whispered behind me. I didn’t look at him. I didn’t need to. "Wait."Speed is not an idea.It is better to wait for the perfect time.But who cares about that?I made my move.I went

Serena’s POV The report came in wrong. It was too fast, out of breath, too hopeful.. When a scout is hopeful it usually means he is about to tell me something I don’t t want to hear. He knelt which was a smart move. I told him to speak. He did not look up at me. “The fractures did not hold, my Lady." Of course, they did not. Not because the work was sloppy. Because she moved faster than I gave her credit for. I leaned back slowly. I let my eyes go to the map while he kept talking. "She pulled both armies together and she talked about the attacks herself in public." That was not bad. I did not say anything. I was thinking. He added, "There is a new rule now, mixed units, Lycan with Stormclaw paired, no exceptions." My fingers stopped moving for a second. That was interesting. She was not just fixing the problems she was making changes. She was pouring a foundation and that was better.. It was also annoying because it was working. The scout said "They are calling it her order now.

Lyra’s POV. --- Something did not feel right. Not on a map, Not on the battlefield, It was inside me. I woke before the sun came up. My eyes were open, it was dark. My heart was beating fast like someone had shaken me awake. Ares was next to me breathing slowly. I was not sure if he was really asleep or just pretending. It is hard to tell with him. I did not move. I just looked up at the ceiling. Listened. There was nothing to hear. No sounds outside the chamber. No one was walking around the hallways. There was no sound. It was not fear though. It was a memory. The kind my body remembered when there’s danger. I sat up slowly. My hand went to my stomach. My heart was beating strongly. My shoulders relaxed a little, but not all the way. Then I heard Ares' voice. It was rough to sleep. "You are awake " he said. It was not a question. "No " That made him open his eyes. He paused for a moment. Then he smiled a little. "You usually lie better t

Lyra’s POVI woke up before sunrise.I wasn't scared.I wasn't jumpy.I was sure.My eyes were open. It was like someone had a knife to my throat.It wasn't cutting, It was there, I could feel it.The room was grey. That dead hour before light.Ares was up, he was looking at me before I looked at him.“You felt it.”It wasn't a question.I sat up slowly.“Yes.”There was no point in lying, It was too loud in my skin. It was too close.It felt like someone walked barefoot over a grave that had my name on it.The mist was moving, I wasn't scared, I wasn't mad.I was awake.It came under the window, slow ropes of it and wrapped around the bedposts. It pooled at the stone.It was watching.It was waiting.It was mine.I went to the window.The mist moved for me, It split like it knew not to touch me. Outside there was nothing.Dawn wasn’t even trying yet. The grounds were quiet, They were too quiet.It was like the whole place was holding its breath.“She came in the night " I said.Ares

Lyra’s POV The mist moved for me. It did not move at once or move dramatically. It just moved enough. It cut through the silver and pine. It was like the land was pulling a curtain back for me. Mine. The realization did something to my chest. Not fear, Not wonder, But ownership. I walked until I saw her. She was right where I thought she would be. In the middle of the clearing. Not hiding, not shaking, not faking bravery. Serena never fakes. She was wearing riding leathers. Her hair was pinned tight. Her hands were out where I could see them. She did not have a sword. That’s okay. Serena never needed a blade to kill you. For a second, we just looked at each other, measured and weighed each other. Serena was prettier than I remembered. She was not soft. She was not kind. She was just polished, like glass. There were no cracks. Her stance was perfect. Her breathing was perfect. She was the kind of woman people call steady. That is the mistake that gets you