Page 49 of Frostforge, Passage Six
Her gaze darted to Roran beside her, finding his jaw set in a hard line, shoulders squared against whatever awaited them.Ashe moved with the fluid grace of a predator, her hand never straying far from her blade despite the supposed safety of these walls.
Kaine had been separated from them moments after they passed through the gates, pulled aside by another instructor with a terse command to report to the archives immediately.The loss of his support left a hollow space that anxiety rushed to fill.
His last words to her had been cut short—"Be careful with Wolfe.She's been on edge since you left—" before the instructor led him away and a new escort took his place.
Behind them, the massive doors of the hall closed with the finality of a tomb being sealed.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Roran muttered, his breath warm against her ear as they continued forward."This isn't a debriefing."
Before Thalia could respond, the doors at the opposite end of the hall swung open, revealing Instructor Wolfe in her full regalia.The head instructor's emerald eyes gleamed sharp as broken glass in the torchlight, her gray-streaked hair pulled back in a severe knot that emphasized the harsh angles of her face.
Behind her followed Instructor Marr, his scarred features set in an unreadable mask, and three other instructors Thalia recognized from her years of training—Northern elites all, their expressions unified in grave disapproval.
Around the perimeter of the hall, Frostforge guards stood at attention, their ice-steel armor reflecting torch flames in blue-white flickers.Thalia hadn't noticed them initially, her focus drawn to the approaching instructors, but now their presence registered as a warning.This was no casual reception.
Senna had positioned herself to the side, a detachment of elite soldiers at her back.Her silver eyes followed Thalia's every movement with predatory focus, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth that never reached those cold depths.She had assumed a stance of casual readiness, fingers tapping against the hilt of her sword with anticipation rather than nervousness.
Wolfe halted in the center of the hall, allowing the echo of her footsteps to fade into silence before she spoke.The pause stretched, calculated to increase discomfort, to remind everyone present of who controlled this space.
Thalia couldn't wait.The urgency of her mission, of the refugees waiting in the fortress-whale, of the Deep Ones, of Cassia's sacrifice—it all pushed against her restraint until the words burst forth.
"Instructor Wolfe, the fortress whale isn't a threat!"Her voice carried in the cavernous space, stronger than she'd intended."It's carrying refugees—families, children, elderly—not raiders or soldiers.They're fleeing something terrible in the archipelago, something we need to understand before—"
Wolfe's hand rose, palm outward, and Thalia's words died in her throat as surely as if the instructor had used ice magic to freeze them there.The simple gesture carried more authority than a shouted command ever could.
"Before you continue this...impassioned speech," Wolfe said, her voice measured in its coldness, "perhaps you might explain why you were in the archipelago, Thalia Greenspire, rather than at your station here."
The question landed like a blow to the sternum, knocking the air from Thalia's lungs.In the chaos of the past days—the discovery of the abandoned fortress-whale, the meeting with Cassia, the attack by the Deep Ones, the desperate journey to Frostforge—she had almost forgotten the circumstances of her departure.
"I—" she began, but Wolfe wasn't finished.
"Perhaps you might explain," the instructor continued, each word precise as a surgeon's blade, "why, when explicitly ordered to remain at Frostforge and coordinate the return of refugees from Verdant Port, you chose to abandon your post.Again."
The accusation hung in the air, its weight pressing down on Thalia's shoulders.She swallowed hard, trying to organize her thoughts, to find the words that might bridge the gap between what Wolfe saw as insubordination and what Thalia knew was necessity.
"Instructor," she said, fighting to keep her voice steady, "I know I disobeyed orders.But what we discovered in the archipelago changes everything.The fortress-whale is—"
"Is an Isle Warden weapon of war," Wolfe interrupted, her tone allowing no contradiction."A symbol of their aggression against the mainland for generations.And you have led it directly to our doorstep."
Thalia shook her head, frustration rising."No, that's not—you don't understand.They're running from something worse, something ancient that lives in the deep waters of the archipelago.Something that consumes entire islands."
A ripple of murmurs passed through the instructors behind Wolfe.Marr's brow furrowed, his eyes narrowing as he studied Thalia with new intensity.But Wolfe's expression remained impassive, unreadable as stone.
"This is the second time you have abandoned your assigned post, Thalia Greenspire," Wolfe continued as if Thalia hadn't spoken at all."Once in the Northern Reaches, and now at Frostforge.You were not assigned to the fortress whale mission.You were explicitly ordered to remain here."
Each word struck like hail against glass, small impacts accumulating toward inevitable shattering.Thalia felt the ground shifting beneath her, the conversation slipping away from what mattered—the refugees, the Deep Ones, the revelation that might end generations of needless war.
"Instructor Wolfe, please," she tried again, desperation edging into her voice."I have critical intelligence that you need to hear.The Wardens have been fleeing their home islands because they're being consumed by creatures they call the Deep Ones.The raids on the mainland, the occupation of Verdant Port—it was all part of a search for sanctuary and resources against this threat."
Wolfe's emerald eyes flashed, the first crack in her composed façade."You will not dictate what I need to hear, soldier.If there is intelligence to be shared, I will hear it from one of those who were actually assigned to the mission."Her gaze shifted to Ashe, who stood rigid beside Thalia."Not from a truant who has proven herself chronically disobedient at best, and a liability to our war effort at worst."
The unfairness of it burned in Thalia's chest.She had risked everything—her position at Frostforge, her very life—to bring back information that could save countless lives on both sides of this conflict.And now, when it mattered most, Wolfe refused to listen because of protocol, because of wounded pride and rigid adherence to a chain of command that couldn't adapt to new realities.
"You're making a mistake," Thalia said, her voice low but intense."There are innocent people on that fortress-whale who need our protection.I gave my word they would be safe here.And—"
Something dangerous flickered across Wolfe's features, a cold fury that transformed her from stern instructor to something more menacing."You gave yourword?" she interrupted, each syllable sharp as icicles."You, a probationary soldier with no authority, promised sanctuary to Isle Wardens within Frostforge's walls?The very enemy we were built to defend against?"She stepped closer, close enough that Thalia could see the fine lines etched around her eyes, the silver strands woven through her dark hair."Your arrogance exceeds even my estimation, Greenspire.You have endangered this academy and everyone within it."
With a sharp gesture, Wolfe motioned to two guards stationed nearby."Arrest her."
