Chapter 6 - The Siege of Blood and Iron
The night air shattered with the sound of roaring horns and exploding siege engines.
Alpha Corvin’s guards panicked as the outer walls of the southern keep collapsed under a violent bombardment of iron catapult stones. King Walter had not brought a diplomatic army; he had brought his legendary War-Band—a force of ruthless, battle-hardened veterans who fought like demons.
Inside the dungeon, the ground shook violently. Dust and stone debris fell from the ceiling.
Corvin rushed back into my cell, his face pale with sudden panic, accompanied by two executioners carrying heavy silver chains and ritual daggers.
"Drag her to the altar now!" Corvin screamed. "Before they breach the inner gate!"
The guards grabbed me, binding my wrists with heavy iron shackles. They dragged me up the spiral stone stairs to the courtyard at the top of the keep, where a massive stone altar stood beneath the bright, silvery moonlight.
Below us, the courtyard was a battleground of fire and steel.
Walter was a force of nature. Clad in black armor stained with blood, he carved his way through Corvin's soldiers like a tempest. His broadsword moved in deadly arcs, sending enemies scattering. He wasn't just fighting as a king; he was hunting as an Alpha whose mate was in danger.
"Corvin!" Walter’s voice echoed across the bloody courtyard. "Face me!"
Corvin panicked. He drew his ritual blade and held it against my throat, standing atop the altar platform.
"Stop right there, Walter!" Corvin shouted, his voice cracking with desperation. "One step closer and I slit her throat! Her power dies with her!"
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Walter stopped at the base of the altar steps, his battle-axe resting on the bloody stone. His eyes were dark with an unfathomable rage, but as he looked at me, his gaze softened for a brief instant.
"You touch her," Walter whispered, his voice vibrating with absolute lethality, "and I will tear your soul from your body."
