Semua Bab Curse of the Moon's Bride : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The pack had learned how to be quiet again.Not the easy quiet of peace – but the kind that listens. Every footstep in the corridor seemed measured. Every conversation dropped when someone unfamiliar passed. Even the air felt different, like it carried questions no one wanted to ask out loud.Drakon's presence had settled into the edges of everything. Not gone. Not accepted. Just… there.I walked through the pack house with my head high, even when I felt the weight of eyes on my back. The whispers hadn't disappeared – but they'd softened. Less sharp. Less certain.A few wolves nodded as I passed. Not all. But enough."Careful," a voice said behind me. "You're going to start thinking they like you."I glanced sideways as Grey fell into step beside me, hands tucked loosely at his sides like he didn't have a care in the world."They don't," I said.He huffed a quiet laugh. "No. But they're starting to understand you."That was new.We walked in silence for a few steps, our boots echoing

The cells always smelled the same. Cold stone. Iron. Damp air that clung to your lungs and refused to leave. I descended the steps slowly, one hand brushing the rough wall beside me. Morning light barely reached this far down, leaving everything in a muted gray that made time feel suspended. She sat where I'd last seen her. In the corner. Wrists bound, back against the wall, gaze fixed somewhere distant – as if she could see something beyond the stone. She didn't look up when I approached. "You're back," she said flatly. "Come to make me talk?" I stopped just outside the bars, then lowered myself into a crouch. "No," I said. "I came to understand." That got her attention. Her head turned slowly, eyes finding mine. There was no fear in them. No pleading. Just guarded curiosity. "Why would you care?" she asked. Because I saw something of myself in her. Because belief could be a dangerous thing when placed in the wrong hands. "Because I know what it's like," I said q

The carved wolf had become part of my mornings. I didn't think about it anymore. I just reached for it. My fingers brushed over the smooth wood as sunlight slipped through the window, catching along its carved edges. It felt warmer these days – not from the sun, but from familiarity. From what it had come to mean. Not a promise. Not yet. But something steady. I set it back in its place and dressed quickly. Outside, the pack moved differently now. Not tense. Not on edge. Just quieter. The sharp suspicion that had once followed every glance toward Drakon – and now Rhea – had dulled. Not gone. But softened. Like something everyone was still learning how to carry. Trust didn't come all at once. It came like this. Slow. Uneven. Real. --- Kael was already in the training yard when I arrived. Of course he was. We didn't speak at first. We didn't need to. Movement filled the space between us. Strike. Block. Shift. The rhythm grounded me, pulled me fully into the moment. M

The map took up the entire table.Edges curling. Ink layered over ink where plans had already changed twice since we laid it out. By now, it didn't just show terrain. It showed risk.I stood on one side, hands braced against the wood, eyes tracing the mountain line where Veyra had made her stronghold. The fortress sat there like a wound carved into stone – isolated, elevated, protected.Kael stood opposite me. Rina to his right. Grey just behind, silent as always. Drakon leaned slightly over the map, studying it with a focus that felt almost too still.Rhea stayed near the edge of the room. Not excluded. But not fully inside it either. Not yet."She's not exposed," Kael said, tapping the marked point. "She's dug in. If we go in loud, we lose the advantage before we even reach the gates."His voice was steady. But the tension beneath it was unmistakable."We need more than just a raid," he added. "We don't know what that weapon is."Silence followed. Then Drakon spoke."The fortress wa

The crystal pulsed – once. Twice. Then faster.The sound wasn't loud, not in the way a roar is loud. It was deeper than that. A vibration that settled into my bones, into the space behind my ribs, like something ancient had just woken up and decided it was hungry.Dark tendrils spilled from its surface. Not light. Not shadow. Something in between. Something wrong.They curled around Veyra's hands, climbing her arms like they belonged there, like they had been waiting for her. She didn't pull away. She leaned into it.Her head tipped back, eyes snapping open – black swallowed by something brighter. Something unnatural."You can't stop me," she snarled.The words weren't just spoken. They echoed. Carried by the thing she was holding.She threw her hand forward – and the air itself cracked.Kael moved before I could think. He dove to the side as the wave hit where he'd been standing, the force splitting the stone floor open like it was nothing. The impact rattled through the hall, dust f