Chapter 150
Zephyrine
After riding a straight night and day, I finally arrived at the fortress called Blackwater.
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Merely standing before the massive gate, the stench hit me so hard I sighed shakily. A heavy stench of… agony, rot, and teeth gnashing.
I had never been here before. No one in their right mind dared to venture to this place. But now that I had… maybe I too was losing my sanity.
I had seen the Lycan Kingdom walls and believed them the strongest, until I stood before these. Blackwater. Tuffle? You mean. Ynown followef. led by one man whose name was Stone. Tonight, I demanded his audience.
I kicked my horse forward, and she obeyed, carrying me toward the gate.
“A rider is spotted!” a night guard shouted from the watch post. The gate groaned open just enough for a
man to step out.
He stood silently while I sat astride my horse and looked down at him.
He was filthy. His grin revealed yellowed teeth that made me want to retch. No wonder they called them barbarians.
“Beauty on the white horse,” he sneered. “Why come to this cursed fortress?”
“I demand an audience with your leader,” I answered loud enough for all to hear. His grin widened as though amused.
“Open the gate!” he barked, and the massive doors screeched apart for me to ride in.
The moment I entered, I stiffened. The place was sprawling, and yet crawling with people.
Men, women, children. Aimless, malnourished, and working like slaves. They paused to look at me, but their hesitation earned them lashes across their backs.
“Let’s go, beautiful,” the guard who received me said. I dismounted and took my horse’s reins, but he blocked me. “The horse stays.”
I turned to my white horse. She blinked at me as I stroked her mane.
“I’ll be back soon,” I whispered, slipping the mirror from the saddlebag. She followed after me a step, unwilling to part, and my chest tightened at her loyalty. She reminded me of only one man. Lycannar. I sighed and turned away, following the guard into a dark hall.
I forced myself steady, my eyes alert, until we emerged into a hall where unholiness reigned.
A sex den. No, debauchery. Men and women writhed everywhere. Two, three men upon one woman. I turned my eyes aside, silent.
“Follow me. Stone isn’t here,” the man said. We climbed stone steps and entered a chamber dimly lit.
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Chapter 150
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On a wide chair, a hulking man sat with women draped across him, pouring wine into his mouth. He was large, nearly Lycannar’s size, but not as great as my love. Without introduction, I knew who he was. Stone. The barbarian leader. His trousers were torn, his leather shoes caked with filth. His bloodshot eyes, cracked nails, and reeking scent spoke of years without cleansing.
Standing in the bedchamber before Stone, I suddenly went still.
It drifted in, faint but undeniable. An ancient, familiar scent. Ashmere.
My breath caught. My heart lurched.
I couldn’t pinpoint from which corner it came, but the air itself carried it.
My gods… Varyn is here.
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