Nobela ni Tolu Fashakin

The forest was silent, save for the gentle rustle of leaves and the rhythm of their breathing—synchronized, steady, bound by something older than words. Moonlight spilled through the branches, silvering the edges of Kael’s dark hair, catching on Elara’s skin as though the night itself recognized her. Elara leaned into him, forehead pressed to his chest, the steady thud of his heart echoing through her veins. The bond pulsed between them like a second heartbeat, alive, insistent, weaving their souls closer with every passing breath. Her fingers traced the hard lines of his chest, mapping him as though learning him anew. Beneath her touch, she could feel his wolf restless, prowling, the raw power restrained only by his iron will. Heat radiated from him—strength, danger, fire—the essence of everything she both feared and craved. Kael lowered his chin, voice rough as gravel when it rumbled against her cheek. “You were incredible tonight.” His hand slid protectively over her back, holdi

Night fell like a velvet curtain, concealing the forest in darkness. Kael and Elara moved through the underbrush with the precision of predators, every step silent, every breath controlled. The bond pulsed violently, guiding them, synchronizing their movements, their instincts, and their power. “This is it,” Kael whispered, lips brushing her ear. The heat from his breath made her shiver, the bond thrumming with fire. “Once we step into her territory, there’s no turning back.” Elara’s fingers twined with his, energy sparks dancing faintly along their linked hands. “I’m ready. We’re ready.” The clearing came into view, twisted trees marking the boundaries of Selene’s chosen ground. Shadows stretched unnaturally, moving as though alive, and the air was thick with the Luna’s intent. Selene stepped from the darkness, crimson gown glinting under the moonlight. Her eyes burned with fury, a predator poised for war. “So, the little human thinks she can play in my forest?” Kael growled, w

The night was still, but the tension in the clearing was palpable. Kael and Elara sat close, backs against the trunk of an ancient oak, bond thrumming like a living heartbeat between them. The events of the Shadow Strike still lingered—the adrenaline, the danger, the undeniable heat of their proximity. “We can’t wait for her next attack,” Kael said, voice low, gravelly with tension. “Selene’s not patient. She’ll test the bond again, push us further than she did tonight.” Elara nodded, energy still flickering across her fingertips. “Then we strike first. But carefully. We need to understand her patterns, her weaknesses… and ours.” Kael’s gaze softened as he studied her, golden eyes full of warmth and something darker, something that made her pulse catch. “Yours… your strength amazes me,” he murmured. “And the bond… it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.” Her chest tightened. The bond pulsed, coiling tight like a living thing. “I feel it too,” she whispered, voice low, “and I… want to f

The forest was unnaturally silent that night. No wind whispered through the trees, no rustle of small creatures disturbed the shadows. Elara’s senses hummed, alert, nerves on fire. The bond screamed in her chest—Kael was near, tense, ready, and the energy between them thrummed with unspoken warning. Something was coming. A sudden explosion of movement shattered the stillness. Wolves, faster and fiercer than any pack trained naturally, lunged from the shadows. Their eyes glowed crimson, reflecting Selene’s influence. “Elara!” Kael’s growl cut through the chaos as he leapt to her side, fangs bared, claws slicing through the attacking wolves with precision. Elara felt the bond flare violently. Her hands sparked, silver energy coiling outward, striking the wolves back. Every movement was guided, instinctual, the bond teaching her, empowering her. Selene stepped out from the shadows, crimson gown flowing, eyes burning with malice. “Come on, little mate,” she hissed. “Let’s see how st

The forest behind the pack’s territory was quiet, hushed in the silver glow of the moon. Ancient trees loomed high, their branches swaying like watchful sentinels. The air was cool, threaded with the scent of pine and damp earth, a sharp contrast to the fire simmering between Kael and Elara as they moved together through the undergrowth. Every heartbeat, every breath, was a private language only they could understand. The bond thrummed like wildfire, unrelenting, wrapping them together in a pull that neither tradition nor threat could sever. Kael crouched low near the tree line, golden eyes scanning the shadows. The tension in his body vibrated outward, his wolf restless, prowling beneath his skin. “We need to be ready,” he murmured, voice low, edged with a growl. “Selene won’t stop. She’ll test us, test the bond—push until we either break or fight back.” Elara sank down beside him, her own senses keener than they had ever been. Sparks of silver energy danced faintly over her finge

The council’s chamber had never felt more suffocating. The walls of dark stone seemed to lean in with the weight of centuries, etched with runes from ancestors who had built this place on blood oaths and unbending laws. Torches sputtered in their iron sconces, the flames throwing shifting shadows across snarling wolf carvings overhead. This room had witnessed coronations, punishments, and betrayals. Tonight, it was about to witness something else—defiance. Kael strode to the center with the authority of an Alpha, his boots striking hard against the stone. At his side, Elara matched his pace, her shoulders squared, every step deliberate. Their hands brushed, sparks of the bond crackling under their skin, a current that dared to announce itself even in this den of scrutiny. The elders sat like statues along the benches, their robes stiff, their gazes cutting sharp enough to wound. Some leaned forward, whispering like restless crows. Others narrowed their eyes in silent judgment. The