Chapter twenty seven
The battlefield was silent now. Only the rustle of wind and the soft moans of the wounded filled the air. Blood soaked the earth—both friend and foe. Kael’s arm was draped across my shoulder as we walked back to the capital. His wounds were deep, but not fatal. Not anymore. Our bond kept him tethered—our magic now one pulse. We passed rows of our fallen. Warriors who had pledged their lives for a future they would never see. My chest ached with the weight of it. “You should rest,” Kael murmured, voice rough. “So should you.” “I will,” he said, brushing a thumb over my jaw. “Once you’re safe. Once this is done.” We crossed the ancient gate before dusk, and the remaining wolves howled in victory. But it wasn’t loud. It wasn’t joyful. It was mournful. They weren’t just celebrating su
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