Chapter 24 - For Valemere
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Silence spread across the prison grounds after Elara’s threat.
Wind moved through the trees overhead, cold enough to sting against sweat-damp skin. The scents crowding the clearing clung heavily to the air—silver, dirt, blood, fear. Wolves surrounded the prison from every direction now, drawn by the shouting and the surge of dominance that had rolled through the territory minutes earlier. Even the usual restless shifting among pack wolves had faded, leaving the clearing unnaturally still.
Everyone watched.
Thorne stood a few feet away from her, tension carved through the hard line of his shoulders while the bond between them churned violently enough to make her chest ache.
Then he stepped back.
The sudden distance let the exhaustion hit properly.
Pain dragged through her muscles while bruises darkened beneath her skin where they had collided against each other. Dirt clung to her hands and clothes, rough beneath her palms as she forced herself upright.
Her balance tilted sharply enough that Garrick caught her arm before she could stumble. Years underground had stripped weight from him, hollowed his face, left silver scars circling his wrists, but he still moved toward her first.
Lucinda stepped closer immediately after him.
“Are you okay?”
Elara swallowed against the tightness burning through her throat.
“I’m fine.”
The answer sounded weak even to her own ears.
Chains shifted quietly around them while the Valemere wolves gathered closer without needing instruction. Exhaustion dragged through every movement they made, but none of them moved away from her. Some watched the surrounding Draegon wolves with open anger while others fought to keep fear from showing across their faces.
Valemere stood with their own.
Always.
Thorne noticed it too.
His gaze moved over the wolves gathered around her, lingering on the way they closed ranks instinctively despite everything they had survived.
They trusted her completely.
The realization spread visibly through the Draegon wolves watching nearby. Rafe’s expression tightened before he finally looked away while Rowan remained silent near the edge of the clearing, his attention sharpening as he watched the Valemere wolves gather around Elara like she was the only thing keeping them standing.
Kaia looked furious.
“She threatened the Alpha publicly,” she snapped. “She attacked guards, interfered with Draegon prisoners, and nearly started a riot inside the territory.”
“She was trying to protect her people,” Rafe said.
“And she almost got wolves hurt doing it.”
Rafe’s jaw flexed tightly. “You saw the condition those wolves were in.”
Kaia turned toward him sharply. “You knew they were there.”
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Several Draegon wolves exchanged glances while unease moved quietly through the crowd.
Rafe didn’t answer quickly enough.
That silence told them enough.
Elara watched realization spread through the gathered wolves as the weight of it settled over the clearing. Others knew. Others had walked past those prison cells and said nothing.
The air turned heavier after that.
Rafe dragged a hand across his jaw before finally speaking. “This isn’t the place for this conversation.”
Kaia’s eyes flashed. “This is exactly where it should happen.”
“Enough.”
Thorne’s voice cut through the prison grounds hard enough to silence everyone immediately.
The bond twisted sharply again.
Elara lifted her eyes toward him.
His expression had closed off completely now. Wolves around them watched him carefully, waiting for his next words and what they would reveal about the Alpha standing before them.
Thorne’s gaze swept across the gathered wolves before returning to her.
“Draegon has rules,” he said evenly. “They apply to everyone. Rank does not place anyone above them.”
Cold finality moved through the clearing.
Elara felt Garrick tense beside her while Kaia straightened immediately. Rafe already looked like he knew where this was heading and hated every second of it.
“You attacked guards,” Thorne continued. “You interfered with prisoners under Draegon authority, and you created unrest inside my territory.”
Each word struck harder than the last even while strain burned beneath them through the bond.
Then his expression hardened fully.
“Take them back below.”
Shock moved through the Valemere wolves instantly.
Several stepped closer to Elara while one of the younger wolves looked openly panicked now, his breathing turning uneven as fear spread through the group.
Rafe swore quietly under his breath.
Silence stretched through the clearing for half a second longer before Thorne spoke again.
“Her too.”
The words slammed into her chest.
She had expected them from the moment he stepped back.
A bitter taste rose in the back of her throat as she looked at him.
This was the Alpha of Draegon.
This was why the packs had spent generations tearing each other apart.
Draegon control.
Draegon arrogance.
The realization steadied her completely instead of breaking her.
Beside her, Garrick’s grip tightened around her arm while tension spread through the Valemere wolves surrounding her.
Elara looked past Thorne toward the Draegon wolves gathered around the prison grounds. Every one of them watched silently, waiting to see whether she would fight again and shove the situation beyond repair.
She could.
And the second she did, blood would soak into the dirt beneath their feet.
War would begin here.
Valemere had already buried too many wolves.
Slowly, Elara turned back toward her people.
Fear still lingered across their faces while exhaustion dragged through their bodies hard enough to show in every breath they took.
But they were standing together.
And Elara had a plan.
She only hoped the wolf she had in mind was somewhere out there watching this entire spectacle unfold.
“You’ll go back,” she said quietly.
Several wolves protested immediately.
“Elara—”
“You can’t—”
“You’ll go back,” she repeated, stronger this time. “And you’ll survive long enough to leave this place when the opportunity comes.”
Silence followed.
Lucinda’s eyes widened first.
Then Garrick’s expression changed.
They understood.
Elara looked directly at him.
“When the chance comes, you take them and you run.”
Shock crossed his face immediately.
“You’re staying?”
Her chin lifted slightly.
“I agreed to peace,” she said. “I won’t be the reason another war starts.”
Emotion moved visibly through the wolves around her. One of the younger wolves lowered his head immediately, struggling to hold back tears while Lucinda turned away entirely, her jaw clenched tightly enough to shake.
They understood what she was doing.
She was giving them a way out.
Even if it cost her freedom.
The mood across the prison grounds changed after that. Draegon wolves still watched from every side of the clearing, but uncertainty had started spreading quietly through the pack beneath the hostility and tension still hanging in the air.
Because they had just watched their Luna choose imprisonment beside weakened prisoners instead of saving herself.
And none of them would forget it.
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