LOGIN“For enjoying the quiet,” he said. “For waking up without expecting an attack. For laughing last night and not hating myself for it.”“That doesn’t make you disloyal,” I said immediately.“It feels like it does,” he admitted.I met his eyes. “Peace isn’t betrayal. It’s what your parents wanted. It’s
The war did not announce itself with fire or blood.It arrived quietly, in decisions made before dawn and orders given without ceremony. Borders hardened without fanfare. Patrol routes doubled, then doubled again. Old trails were closed, marked dangerous, then reopened under new rules that required
He huffed a quiet, humorless laugh. “Nothing about him ever was.”He scrubbed a hand over his face, fingers dragging down hard. “I thought seeing him stripped of everything would fix something. Bring my parents back. Or at least make the loss smaller.”I shook my head slowly. “Justice doesn’t heal.
Silvermen’s laughter faded slowly, leaving behind a silence that felt too thin to trust, stretched tight like glass about to crack.He lifted his head, blood drying dark against his temple, eyes bright with something ugly and satisfied. Even stripped of rank, even bound, he still carried himself lik
Ben stood directly across from Silvermen, close enough that the smell of blood and dirt clung to both of them. His posture was straight, shoulders set, hands loose at his sides. His face was stripped bare of everything but truth. No anger left to burn. No fear left to hide.“My father taught me loya
The violence did not end all at once.It slowed.That was the difference Morgan made.Where Silvermen’s warriors fought in surges of fury and command driven obedience, Morgan’s forces moved with discipline. Lines formed and held. Wolves disengaged when ordered. Injuries were contained instead of esc







