Todos os capítulos de Heart of the Wolf Queen: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

The silence had lasted far too long.For nearly five months, neither the Witch Queen nor the Rogue King had made another move against Shadowfang. There had been no attacks, no sightings of rogues, no strange disturbances along the borders. To most, it felt like a blessing. To Damien, it was a warning. Enemies did not simply disappear. They waited, they watched, and when they struck again, it would be when everyone least expected it.That was why patrols had doubled.That was why warriors rarely slept through the night.That was why the northern border was being inspected once again.Malric and Korven walked side by side through the dense forest, their eyes scanning every tree and every shadow. The evening breeze rustled the leaves overhead, carrying with it the familiar scent of pine, damp earth and something else.Korven broke the silence first."You've been quiet all day."Malric's lips curved into a faint smile. "Have I?""You have."He sighed. "Just thinking.""Liam?"The smile di

Morning came to Shadowfang, but it brought little warmth.The packhouse was awake long before sunrise. Warriors moved through the halls preparing for another day of patrols, servants carried trays of food toward the dining hall, and conversations filled every corner of the estate.Yet beneath the familiar routine, something had changed.Everyone could feel it.No one knew exactly what had happened between Malric and Veyra, but wolves were instinctive creatures. They could smell grief almost as clearly as blood.The pair who had rarely spent more than a few hours apart hadn't been seen together since the previous evening.Questions spread quietly through the pack.No one dared ask them aloud.Veyra hadn't slept, she remained exactly where she had been when Damien found her hours earlier, sitting on the edge of the bed in the guest room Elder Myra had insisted she use for the night.Her swollen eyes stared blankly toward the window, she couldn't remember the last time she'd blinked.Eve

Morning settled gently over Shadowfang, the golden rays of the rising sun spilling across the training grounds as warriors resumed their routines. The clang of steel rang through the estate while instructors barked orders from every corner of the courtyard. Since the rogue's capture a few days earlier, Damien had quietly tightened security around the territory. Patrols had become more frequent, watchtowers remained occupied day and night, and every report from the borders was carefully reviewed. The Witch Queen's silence lingered over them like a gathering storm. No one believed she had abandoned her plans. If anything, the lack of movement only made Damien more certain she was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Standing on the balcony outside his office, Damien watched the warriors below with his arms folded across his chest. He had barely slept over the last few nights. The reports spread across his desk painted the same picture every day, nothing unusual. No rogue sightings.

 Morning arrived beneath a blanket of grey clouds, the air cool and unusually still. The quiet that hung over Shadowfang wasn't peaceful it carried the unsettling feeling that something was waiting just beyond the horizon. Despite it, the estate remained busy. Warriors crossed the training grounds with renewed purpose, patrols rotated in and out through the main gates, and servants hurried through the halls preparing supplies that would soon be sent to both Shadowfang and Silvermoon. Damien's orders from the previous evening had already spread throughout the pack. Every border was to remain under constant watch until further notice.Malric stood outside one of the guest quarters, fastening the leather straps around his forearm guards while a pair of Silvermoon warriors secured several travel packs nearby. Garrick had made the decision. They would leave for Silvermoon the following

Her eyes glistened with fresh tears as she struggled to steady her breathing. "The day Elder Myra confirmed it, I wanted to find you immediately." She lowered her gaze, her fingers tightening around each other. "Then the rogue was captured... and everything fell apart."Malric looked away, his jaw tightening. He remembered that day with painful clarity. The interrogation. The rogue's laughter echoing through the holding cell. Liam's name. From that moment onward, nothing in his life had been the same. Every memory of Veyra had become intertwined with the memory of his best friend's death, until he could no longer separate one from the other."I thought..." Veyra whispered, fighting the tears threatening to spill over. "Once you found out about Liam... you'd never want to see me again." She gave a bitter laugh that held no amusement. "So I kept waiting. I kept t