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Chapter 45 Evan's POV Silence in a werewolf hall is never truly silent.It breathes. It watches. It judges.The great stone hall of Nightclaw felt exactly like that as I stood there, no longer Jack the stable hand, no longer hiding behind dirt and rough fabric. My aura had already betrayed me. The golden glow in my eyes had told the truth before my mouth ever could.Alpha Bloodwind.Mate.Father.Every single pair of eyes in the hall burned into me. Warriors shifted uneasily. Omegas held their breath. Elder Harry stood rigid beside his daughter, protective and calculating.And Viola…She looked at me like I had shattered something sacred.“You lied,” she said.Her voice was not loud. It did not need to be.It cut deeper than a blade.I did not look away. I had faced rogue alphas, war councils, and territorial bloodshed. None of it compared to the fury trembling in her eyes right now.“Yes,” I answered.A murmur rippled through the hall.Alpha George stepped forward, Ethan still in h

Chapter 44Viola's POV He said he was not leaving again.As if it were that simple.As if words could erase years of silence. As if a single vow, spoken in the middle of my pack’s hall, could mend everything he had broken.Evan stood there with Ethan in his arms.My son.Our son.The truth hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.Nightclaw’s warriors had not lowered their guard. The scent of Rogue blood still lingered on the stone floor. Torches flickered against the high walls, casting long shadows over faces filled with suspicion.Alpha George stepped forward, his presence firm and controlled. “Enough. This discussion will not continue in the middle of my hall.”His gaze locked onto Evan. “Alpha Bloodwind, you will explain yourself. Now.”Evan did not flinch.But I saw the shift in him. The warrior receded slightly. The alpha remained.He adjusted Ethan in his arms carefully, supporting the small body with surprising gentleness. Ethan, traitor that he was, nestled comfortably against

Chapter 43POV EvanSo this was how it ended.Not in strategy rooms. Not on a battlefield lined with my own warriors. Not under the banner of Bloodwind.But in the middle of Nightclaw’s great hall, surrounded by enemies, with Rogue blood still staining the stone floor.Alpha Bloodwind disguised as a stable hand.The Rogue’s words echoed long after he stopped speaking.Every pair of eyes turned to me.Some widened in shock. Some hardened in suspicion. Some burned with fury.Alpha George’s aura rose instantly, heavy and commanding. It pressed against my skin like invisible chains. A warning. A challenge.Viola stood several steps away.Her face had gone pale.For a fraction of a second, I considered denying it.One lie. One more mask.But there was no point.The Rogues had already torn the truth open.And more importantly, she had seen it. She had seen the gold in my eyes. She had felt the bond ignite.There was no hiding from her.The Rogue who had exposed me smirked. “Looks like your

Chapter 42Viola's POV I do not know which was louder.My heartbeat.Or the vibration of the Bloodmoon’s energy as it suddenly shifted direction.Jack was kneeling at the edge of the ritual circle. His hand clawed into the earth. His shoulders were rigid. His breathing came fast and heavy, like a man trying to contain something far greater than his own body.And his eyes…Gold.Not a reflection of torchlight. Not a trick of the moon.Pure gold.An alpha wolf.The air around him trembled. I could feel it even from where I stood at the center of the circle. The moon’s energy, which should have descended straight into Nightclaw’s land, now seemed drawn toward him.No.Not drawn.Challenged.“Jack!” one of the guards shouted in shock.Alpha George rose immediately, alert. His leadership aura surged on instinct, pressing down on everyone around him. “What is happening to him?”I did not answer.Because I knew.Or at least… my body knew.The bond.That invisible thread I had long felt only

Chapter 41Viola's POV I could still feel the cold edge of the blade against my throat when everything changed.The night air stabbed into my lungs. The smell of wet soil and blood mixed together, clinging to my senses. A moment ago, I had been certain it was the end. I had felt the thin slice across my skin, the warmth of my own blood trickling down. The Rogue had even smiled in satisfaction.Then, in a single blink, it was over.The Rogue holding me hostage dropped heavily onto the damp ground. His head struck a tree root. His eyes remained open, but there was no life left in them.And the man standing before me was Jack.The dark-faced stable hand with rough clothes, a beard that shadowed most of his features, and the constant scent of hay clinging to him.For a moment, I could only stare. The world seemed to slow. Crickets resumed their song. The wind stirred the leaves overhead. But my heartbeat only grew louder.He stood tall. Blood dripped from the sword in his hand. His shoul

Evan's POV My chest rose and fell faster, not from the run, but from a realization that came too late and struck far too hard.Viola.Her name felt like a direct blow to my head.All the pieces that had felt wrong since this afternoon suddenly fell into place. The pressure in my chest. Jacob’s unnatural restlessness. Ethanis crying without any clear reason. The faint scent seemed to call to me without a sound, stirring my deepest instincts.She has been here all this time.So close.While I was busy denying it, cutting off contact with my family, and insisting that I no longer cared. I buried her name, locked away every memory of her, and forced myself to believe it was all over.It was never over.I forced myself to focus. Emotions could follow. Regret could come later. The battlefield does not wait, and one small mistake could cost her her life.I studied the narrow gap between the rocks carefully. Eight Rogues. Two are guarding the northern side, one near a fallen tree, while the

Chapter 110That night, the pale moon hung in the sky shrouded in gray clouds, as if it didn't want to fully reveal itself. The atmosphere was eerie, with a cold breeze that made the branches of the trees creak, creating the impression that something was lurking in the darkness. In front of a dull, unkempt old shack, Lucas stood tall with a cold, piercing gaze, even as his heart rumbled within him.He stared straight ahead, where a girl with a black face full of burns stood trembling. The girl, Elle, was sobbing, her tears flowing unstoppably, but Lucas would not look at her. He knew what she had done, and it was unforgivable.Lucas took a deep breath, trying to tamp down the emotions that were about to explode inside him. "Delta Richard," he called in a firm but flat tone. His voice sounded like a command that could not be refuted. "Take this girl right now to the Winterblood pack. She must be held accountable for her actions there."Richard, a tall man with black hair that had begun

Chapter 109That night, the cold wind was blowing hard, carrying snowflakes that fell relentlessly. The dark sky was covered in thick clouds, with only the occasional glimpse of the full moon obscured by the fog. The atmosphere inside the spacious and majestic room was eerie, although the fireplace in the corner of the room burned brightly, providing a little warmth in the midst of the blizzard outside.Ken stepped quickly into the room with a tense and angry face. His every step echoed on the cold marble floor. Behind him, Delta Richard followed him with a solemn expression, his eyes not leaving Ken's back which looked even more solid as anger overcame him. The air in the room was tense as if everyone was holding their breath.The snow on Ken's fur coat melted and dripped onto the floor, leaving a wet trail. As soon as his gaze fell on Elle, who sat weakly on the floor with a dull face full of wounds, his anger intensified. Next to the girl, Lucas stood transfixed, seemingly unaware

Chapter 108In the middle of a pine forest covered in a white blanket of snow, the silence is eerie. The cold air hugged everything in it, and only the sound of the wind whispering through the tall trees accompanied the journey. Broken, snow-covered branches made a crunching sound under Ken and Richard's boots as they stood still, transfixed by the endless trees.Their faces looked full of anxiety. A moment ago, Emma stood before them, before disappearing into the darkness, leaving behind a warning that made their blood rush faster."Lucas is in this forest. Find him before that black-faced girl kills him, just like she did to Alpha Hernandez's family," Emma said, her voice firm and full of warning.As soon as those words were spoken, Emma disappeared without a trace. Like a wind that suddenly changed direction, so quickly and without warning. Richard stared in the direction Emma had gone, his eyebrows knitted together. "Why does she always disappear like that?" he muttered irritably,

Chapter 107It was getting late, and the silence felt more piercing than just the chill of a mountain night. The simple wooden house in the middle of the forest that usually sheltered Lucas was now filled with tension that hung in the air. The dark, moonless sky emphasized the gloomy atmosphere, while a gust of cold wind broke through the cracks in the wooden walls, making a faint swishing sound that added to the discomfort.On the veranda of the house, Lucas sat leaning against an old, almost fragile wooden chair, his hands firmly gripping the back of the chair. His sharp eyes full of emotion were fixed on Elle, the girl standing not far in front of him. That night, something was different, something that made Lucas feel mixed up. While the sound of her heartbeat echoed in his ears, his mind was filled with confusion and disbelief."How could you say the same thing to me?" asked Lucas in a hoarse voice, almost a suppressed whisper. His tone was filled with shock, perhaps even a littl

CASpter 106Lucas was still sitting in the middle of the street, his body shaking lightly from the adrenaline that was still coursing through his body. His gaze did not shift from the girl standing not far from him. The atmosphere around them was tense, with only the crackling sound of flames from a burning car in the distance, and the thick smell of smoke filling the air. The afternoon sky was covered in dark clouds, leaving only a little light from the obscured moon.The girl, with a jet-black face that looked like it had been burned, stared at Lucas expressionlessly. The large scar on her cheek was clearly visible, but strangely, despite her sinister appearance, there was something in the way she held out a hand that made Lucas feel a little calm."Are you okay?" the girl's voice sounded soft yet firm, as if full of assurance that she was there to help.Lucas remained silent, his gaze blank. His mind was spinning, trying to digest what exactly had just happened. Just a few minutes

Chapter 105This morning Ken woke up with a gasp, his body still feeling the residual tension from the nightmare he didn't fully remember. His eyes looked around Emma's old hut. The weathered wooden walls seemed helpless against time, with cracks letting in the dawn rays. The gloomy atmosphere added to the uncomfortable feel of the hut.Beside him, Richard had woken up first, sitting on the edge of the rickety bed with a dazed face and eye bags that clearly showed a lack of sleep. Outside, birdsong could be heard faintly, but it was unable to ease the anxiety that suddenly enveloped the room."Lucas... where is he?" muttered Richard, his voice full of confusion as his eyes scanned the empty room.Ken snapped out of his slumber, his heart beating faster as he realized Lucas' absence. "He was here last night. I'm sure," Ken said in a firm tone, though in his heart, worry was beginning to creep in. His gaze swept every corner of the old hut, but there was no sign of Lucas."We have to fi