บททั้งหมดของ Mark by Destiny.: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The Seer The seer’s cottage was dim, lit only by the warm glow of candles tucked into corners and shelves crowded with jars of herbs and ancient bones. Strange symbols had been etched into the wood of the walls, and the air was thick with sage and something older, something that tingled against Liora’s skin.The wise woman shuffled back inside, her staff tapping softly against the worn floorboards. She gestured for them to follow, and the three obeyed in silence, the weight of her words pressing down on them.“You’ve carried this truth long enough,” the old woman muttered as she lowered herself onto a stool near the fire. Her eyes, cloudy though they were, seemed to gleam as they settled on Liora. “Now it is time for it to be spoken.”Liora’s voice cracked when she found it. “What truth?”The seer leaned forward, her frail hand lifting as though to beckon her closer. “The truth of who you are, child. The truth of what burns in your blood, and why the crescent flames on your arm.”Lio

***The walk back to Moonspire was long, but it felt even longer with the weight of what had just transpired. Loretta’s hand never left Liora’s as she guided her through the secret path leading behind the palace. The shawl still clung around Liora’s shoulders, its faint lavender scent mingling with the cool night air. Her legs trembled, not just from the exhaustion of her first shift but from the uncertainty gnawing at her chest.The faint glow of torchlight and the low rumble of voices reached them even before the palace came into sight. As they stepped out of the trees, Loretta’s heart sank.A crowd.Dozens upon dozens of wolves had gathered at the palace gates, murmuring in alarm. The air was thick with suspicion and fear, voices overlapping as rumors spread like wildfire.“I swear on my life, I saw it with my own eyes! A wolf larger than any I’ve ever seen.”“It glowed, I tell you, glowed like the moon itself!”“No ordinary wolf could make the forest shake that way. We must have be

Kaelen's POV His father’s words echoed like thunder in his skull.“Liora bears the mark of the Chosen One”.Kaelen had stood frozen in the throne room, his heart pounding so violently it threatened to split his chest. A dozen emotions clashed within him — shock, awe, disbelief, and a gnawing sense of betrayal.Liora!. The girl who had been dismissed as a servant, cast aside like a burden, humiliated and bruised until she fled. The same Liora he had secretly admired, the same one whose pain he had silently witnessed when his family turned cold.She was the Chosen One?.Kaelen pressed a hand against the stone wall of the corridor as he stumbled away from the throne room. His breaths came shallow, jagged. How had they not seen it? How had his father, his mother, Beta Rexor — how had all of them been so blind?Worse still, his father’s resolve burned in his ears: She belongs to Silvermoon.Kaelen clenched his jaw. No, she didn’t belong to Silvermoon. She didn’t belong to Ravena’s cruelty

The palace grounds of Moonspire were alive with music, banners, and celebration. From the high balconies of the grand citadel to the cobbled streets below, nobles and common folk alike gathered to witness the long-awaited ceremony. Trumpets echoed through the valley, and the banners of the crescent—Moonspire’s eternal emblem—fluttered proudly in the evening breeze.Liora’s heart was already racing with both nervousness and excitement somewhere deep inside the palace, but this chapter does not begin with her. It begins with the arrival of those who had once treated her as less than dirt—the delegation of Silvermoon Pack.At the gates of Moonspire, trumpets blared once more, not for warriors or princes, but for visiting dignitaries. The soldiers guarding the gate stepped aside, spears lowered in perfect symmetry as Alpha Eldric of Silvermoon strode forward, his Luna Anora at his side. His presence was commanding, though his pride faltered slightly in the shadow of Moonspire’s grandeur.

The roar of drums echoed through the decorated courtyard of Moonspire, shaking the stone beneath Ravena’s feet. Colorful banners fluttered high above, and the fragrance of wildflowers mixed with roasted meats filled the air. It should have been a day of glory, a day where she, as Luna of Silvermoon, stood tall among nobles. Instead, Ravena felt as though the very earth mocked her with every heartbeat.Her eyes trailed upward to the podium, where the princes of Moonspire escorted their sister—Liora.Ravena’s lips curled, though she tried to hide it behind a mask of dignity. Liora was radiant in a gown of shimmering silver, her hair braided with jewels that caught the sunlight like fire. She stood at the center, glowing like a goddess among mortals. But what truly made Ravena’s stomach twist were the men around her.Her brothers. Her protectors. Her princes.Rhydian, the eldest, towered like a monument of power, his every step commanding respect. He walked as though the earth belonged t