Chapter Three – Blood at the Border
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The wind howled outside like a chorus of restless spirits, rattling the high windowpanes. Mira sat cross-legged on the bed, her fingers twisting the hem of the cloak she still wore.
Every few minutes, she glanced toward the door, willing it to open — not because she wanted company, but because silence and isolation were worse than any confrontation.
Her wolf paced restlessly inside her mind, brushing against the edges of her thoughts.
We should be with him.
Mira shoved the feeling away. We should be anywhere but here.
A muffled voice drifted through the door — deep and urgent. She slid off the bed and pressed her ear to the wood.
“…three dead… tracks leading toward the border…”
Her stomach tightened. A second voice, low and cold, replied, “Double the watch. And tell Kael.”
The footsteps faded.
She was still straining to catch more when the lock clicked. She scrambled back as Lyra stepped in, her usual composure edged with tension.
“You’re coming with me,” Lyra said.
Mira frowned. “Where?”
“The Alpha’s council chamber. And try not to speak unless spoken to.”
Mira’s first instinct was to argue, but the flicker of unease in Lyra’s eyes stopped her. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t routine.
The council chamber was a long, low hall lit by rows of iron sconces. A massive table dominated the center, carved from a single slab of dark oak. Maps were spread across it, marked with stones and carved figurines.
Kael stood at the head, flanked by warriors with hard eyes and scarred hands. His gaze locked on Mira the moment she entered.
She hated the way her pulse jumped.
“Sit,” he said, gesturing to the chair at his right. It wasn’t a request.
She slid into the seat, feeling the weight of every eye on her.
One of the warriors — a broad man with streaks of silver in his beard — cleared his throat. “Alpha, the Red Fang scouts confirmed the attack. Three of their hunters dead. The trail leads straight toward our lands.”
Kael’s jaw tightened. “And?”
“They want answers. They believe… she”—the man’s gaze cut toward Mira—“is the cause.”
Mira stiffened. “I’ve been locked in a room since I got here—”
Kael’s voice cut through hers, low but lethal. “No one here believes you were the one holding the blade. But your presence changes the balance of power. Taking the Silverfang Alpha’s daughter is not a quiet act, Mira.”
Her breath caught. “You think my father will attack you?”
Kael’s storm-grey eyes met hers. “I know he will.”
The council went on, voices clashing over whether to strengthen the borders or strike first. Mira sat frozen, the reality settling in like frost in her veins. She’d thought Kael’s threat about her arrival drawing blood was just a way to scare her. Now she knew better.
When the meeting finally ended, Kael dismissed the others but didn’t let her leave. He circled the table slowly, his presence filling the room until it felt hard to breathe.
“You want to run from here?” he asked quietly.
Her throat worked. “Yes.”
“You think you hate me?”
“I don’t just think it.”
He stopped in front of her, his hand braced on the back of her chair as he leaned down, close enough for her to feel the heat of him. “Then hate me all you want. But you’ll stay here. Because the moment you step outside my walls, every wolf between here and the horizon will scent you — and they’ll either want to claim you… or kill you to get to me.”
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. “You make it sound like I’m a prize in some bloody war.”
His voice was pure steel. “You are.”
A sharp knock broke the moment. Lyra entered, her face pale.
“Alpha… a messenger just arrived from Silverfang.”
Kael straightened. “Bring him.”
A young man stumbled in, mud and blood streaking his clothes. His hands shook as he held out a torn scrap of cloth — the banner of the Silverfang pack, darkened with blood.
“They… they said to give you this.”
Kael took the banner, his expression unreadable. Then he looked at Mira, and she felt the bottom drop out of her stomach.
“What is it?” she asked.
His answer was quiet, but it cut like a blade.
“It’s your father’s way of saying war has begun.”
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