Chapter 115 – The Brother Who Never Died
POV: Kael
I knew something was wrong long before the first report reached me.
The feeling had settled into the fortress after Liora's warning.
An unease that spread through the walls like a sickness.
Wolves felt it.
Guards felt it.
Even the air itself seemed heavier.
By dawn, the entire fortress was operating on edge.
Nobody said it aloud.
They didn't need to.
Every warrior moved with one hand closer to their weapon.
Every patrol doubled their vigilance.
Every conversation ended a little too quickly.
The fortress was waiting for something.
None of us knew what.
Then the reports started arriving.
The first came from the eastern tunnels beneath the fortress.
A routine patrol had reported sounds where there should have been none.
Footsteps.
Movement.
Metal dragging across stone.
The second report came less than an hour later.
This time from a completely different section of the underground network.
Again, movement.
