The pitchfork caught Alex square in the ribs and didn't so much as wrinkle his shirt.Dorian's face went through confusion before it reached fear. He wrenched the tines back and drove them in again, harder, both hands behind it this time — and again, nothing. No give. No blood. Not even the small satisfaction of a man staggering back a step.“Trying to scratch me?” Alex asked. “Funny. I’ve been feeling itchy. Stab a little harder on my back.”“What—”Bram’s iron pipe smashed into Alex’s shoulder and rang out like it had struck a bell instead of flesh.“Decent massage,” Alex said. “But nowhere near enough. Put some real strength into it.”All three of them stared as if they had just faced a monster. Then they attacked with everything they could—hitting, stabbing, and striking harder than before.Alex didn't bother stepping out of range. His whole body ran thick with inner force, layered so deep under the skin that a blunt weapon might as well have been swung at a mountain. Kass, scramb

The next morning, Grim smelled the fear before either of them said a word.Three steps into the Warden building, his hackles rose. Not aggressive — alert.Ears swiveling toward the double doors down the hall, where a knot of voices had gone too tight, too quiet, too fast. Alex didn't need the bond to read that kind of silence.He'd heard it enough times now to know exactly what it meant.Jennifer stood behind her desk, arms crossed, listening to a man old enough to be someone's grandfather grip the desk's edge like it was the only thing holding him up.Beside him, a woman in traveling clothes too fine for traveling. Behind them both, a girl young enough to still be sharp about everything — the kind of sharp that only came from never having paid for it yet.Alex leaned against the doorframe. Watched."...collapsed before dawn." The old man's voice was thin, wrung out. "No warning. No wound we could find. One moment he was resting in the eastern pen. The next—" He stopped. Couldn't fini

The roar hit the battle like a fist closing around it.Men froze mid-swing. A blade an inch from a Warden's throat stopped dead — the man holding it had already stopped believing in the fight."That's not possible." Someone near the gate said it out loud, like saying it might undo what he'd just heard. "That thing was supposed to be dead by morning."It wasn't dead. It was awake. Furious. And every man who'd come expecting an easy kill understood, all at once, exactly how badly the math had just changed."Retreat!" The order cracked from somewhere near the back. "Fall back — now!"Nobody argued. The line that had been pushing through the broken gate reversed itself just as fast — men breaking off mid-fight, abandoning ground they'd bled for twenty minutes ago without a second thought.That kind of retreat only happens when the fear gets bigger than the shame of running.Jennifer wasn't about to let all of them get away clean.She caught the slowest one at the treeline — broad-shoulder

"Actually." Alex hadn't moved, but something in his voice made both of them stop. "Change the terms."Jerome raised an eyebrow, delighted already. "Oh? Are you afraid?""No, I will make it better for you." Alex's face gave away nothing. "If I lose, I never meet Jennifer again. That's the stake."Silence. Then Jerome's grin split wide open — this was better than what he'd offered, and he knew it."Done," he said, before Jennifer could get a word out. "Gladly. Let’s fight now!""Then I surrender." Alex said it flat, no ceremony to it at all. "It is a good fight. I lose."For a moment nobody moved. Grim's ears had come up, waiting for a fight that had just stopped existing before it started."You—" Jerome blinked, caught somewhere between confusion and the beginning of triumph. Then triumph won. "You're conceding. Without even trying."He laughed, loud enough to turn heads across the yard. "I knew it. One look at Ashgard and you knew exactly what you were facing. Finally."“Yeah,” Alex n

The nearest guard had barely closed a hand around Alex's arm before Jennifer was between them, and the guard found himself suddenly very interested in looking at anything else."Take your hand off him." Jennifer didn't raise her voice. She didn't need to.The Warden badge at her collar did most of the work for her. "Or you can explain to your employer why a mere security had to intervene at his own daughter's guest.""This doesn't concern the Wardens." David stepped in close, chin up, playing to the room he'd already gathered. "This is a Calder household matter. An unregistered outsider, causing a disturbance—""He hasn't raised his voice once tonight. You have." Jennifer's eyes cut to him, flat and unimpressed."I've been standing right here. I watched you dig up gossip about a man's beast and go looking for a fight you didn't get. That's not a disturbance. That's you, losing gracelessly, and trying to make security clean it up for you.""You're defending him now?" David's mouth curl