جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 5

Reylap's POV“State your business!”The guard’s voice rang out through the drizzle just as I stepped up to the gates of Dark Moors Pack, and for a second, I genuinely thought he was joking.I stood there dripping from a miserable six-hour ride, mud clinging to the hem of my coat while my medical bag dug into my shoulder, and stared at him in disbelief. Then I lifted the folded summons from my coat pocket and waved it once. “I came to decorate your gate. What does it look like?”His expression flattened.The second guard snorted under his breath, quickly covering it with a cough.“I’m Reylap Stark,” I said, slipping the paper back into my pocket. “Your Alpha requested a healer. Unless someone suddenly learned surgery overnight, I suggest you let me through.”The first guard’s jaw tightened slightly at my tone.“We were told a healer was coming,” he said carefully. “No one mentioned your name.”“You summoned me.”Neither guard moved.A chill settled in my stomach. Healers were supposed

“No." Farida’s smile thinned slightly. “I said, kneel.”I looked at her slowly, exhaustion twisting inside me so violently I almost started laughing again. “You stole my ceremony, my mate, my title, and now you want my dignity too?” I tilted my head. “Greedy.”A sharp murmur spread through the room.Farida’s eyes hardened. “Mind your tongue.”“Oh, now we care about manners?” I asked softly. “I've set bones without anesthesia," I said pleasantly. "Delivered breech pups at midnight. Sat with dying men so they wouldn't cross alone." I tilted my head exactly the way she had. "I don't kneel for people who've never bled for anything in their lives.""Bold words," Farida said softly, "for someone standing in a puddle.""Bold seat," I shot back, "for someone who didn't earn it."An elder cleared his throat sharply. "Luna Farida, we apologize for —"I laughed out loud at that. "You're apologizing to her?" I looked around the room in disbelief. "I'm the one standing here soaking wet being accu

Reylap's POV I ran. My lungs burned with every uneven stride, the forest a blur of dark shapes and shadows. Each branch that lashed at my face, each root that threatened to trip me, fueled my escape. I clutched the tattered remnants of my tunic, the only thing I had managed to salvage. “Please,” I whispered, a desperate plea to no one, “just let me go.”The air thickened, a familiar hum resonating deep in my bones. It was time. No more hiding. No more fear. Not like that. I slowed, my breath coming in ragged gasps, and found a small clearing. The moon, a crescent sliver peeking through the canopy, cast an ethereal glow. I closed my eyes, urging the change. My muscles knotted, stretching and reforming. Skin tightened, fur erupted, bones shifted with a sickening crunch that always felt both excruciating and exhilarating.A low growl rumbled in my chest as I opened my eyes. Rina. My wolf. Strong, sleek, powerful. She shook her massive head, scenting the wind. “We’re free,” I thought, t