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11. “The Breaking Point”
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Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline 20. A Promise of Blood and Shadows
Rhea’s POVThe cottage smelled faintly of cedarwood and dried herbs, a scent that clung to every rafter and curtain as though Elara herself still lingered here. I sat on the edge of the bed in my sister’s old room, fingers curling into the soft quilt she once slept beneath. My body still felt heavy, like it remembered every drop of fear from the night Varek’s wolves descended on us. The nightmares hadn’t left either—they clawed into my mind, unrelenting.But I wasn’t weak anymore. I couldn’t be.I glanced at the journal on my nightstand, Elara’s careful script sprawled across the yellowed pages. She had written about these woods, about wolves that were more than wolves, about power that ran thicker than blood. I had dismissed it all once. Not anymore.Somewhere in the house, I heard pages turning—a soft whisper of paper that could only belong to Violet. She had taken the armchair in the cottage’s lounge, nose buried in one of her spellbooks. She was always reading, her brows furrowed,
Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline 19. The Watcher & The Dreadmaw’s
The forest had never been silent like this. Not even on blood-soaked nights, not even in the deepest heart of Ashwood where moonlight seldom reached. Tonight, the mist hung so thick it swallowed sound, coiling around tree trunks like pale snakes, carrying the faint tang of rot. The only noise was the crunch of dead leaves beneath boots and paws—muted, as though the forest was smothering even that.Varek stalked ahead, shoulders squared, his massive frame cutting through the fog like a prowling shadow. His eyes glimmered faintly gold in the darkness, their savage gleam betraying his irritation more than fear. Behind him, Fenrak moved with the wariness of a hunter sensing he was being hunted. His ears twitched at every whispering rustle, every creak of unseen branches. Alder flanked them, her bravado barely masking the tension in her movements; her claws flexed restlessly, betraying the way her instincts screamed.A low hum floated on the breeze. Not wind. Not insects. Something sharper
Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline 18. Shadows Over Ashwood
The council chamber smelled of smoke and cedarwood, an ancient scent that clung to the carved beams of the ceiling. Braziers glimmered along the edges of the hall, throwing shadows that seemed alive, flickering like whispers in the corners. The banners of the Ashwood wolves draped from the high walls, black and silver, their sigil—a wolf’s head encircled by a crescent moon—casting an ominous authority over the room.Kael stood at the center of the chamber, his massive frame casting a shadow longer than any torchlight could stretch. His presence alone stilled the air. Power radiated off him in waves, invisible yet crushing, like the press of a storm before lightning strikes. His amber eyes glowed faintly in the dim light, not from anger, but from sheer Alpha dominance.Around him, members of the Order of Ash shifted in their seats at the long crescent table. They wore robes of deep crimson and ash-grey, each marked with the sigils of their rank—some of magic, others of counsel. Yet all
Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline 17. Eyes in the Fog
The fire was warm. Too warm.Its glow cast soft light over the tall, gothic walls of the Draven Estate’s sitting room, shadows flickering like restless spirits. Rhea sat on a low, cushioned seat in front of Kael, her knees tucked beneath her. Her body ached everywhere, but Kael’s presence anchored her in a way that made her chest loosen.His hand was gentle against her temple, brushing away damp strands of hair stuck to her cheek. Then his fingers moved slowly, almost absently, to untangle a knot at the end of her braid. The gesture was tender, but there was strength in it too — an Alpha’s calm, a protective aura that wrapped around her like an invisible shield.Her breath, which had been ragged since waking hours ago, began to sync with his. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting herself feel the faint pull of his heartbeat through their bond.Across the room, Violet sat cross-legged in a large fur-draped chair, her silver eyes glowing faintly in the firelight as she flipped throu
Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline 16. Shadows in the Pines
The forest felt wrong.The kind of wrong Kael couldn’t name, but could smell in the air — a faint metallic tang of danger that lingered long after the bloodshed of the battle. He knelt in the soft earth, his massive frame coiled with tension, one hand braced beside Rhea’s limp body.The silver glow of moonlight painted her pale face, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks, her breath uneven. The dried blood matted in her hair caught the light in a way that twisted Kael’s stomach. He didn’t let himself linger on that thought. He couldn’t.Violet crouched opposite him, her usually steady hands trembling as she wiped Rhea’s forehead with a torn strip of silk. The scent of iron and smoke clung to her clothes from the fight, but Kael noticed something sharper in her eyes — not just fear. Recognition.She’d seen something earlier. Something she hadn’t told him yet.The wolves of the Draven pack moved silently around them, their heavy paws muffled in the pine needles, breath misting in the
Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline 15. The Betrayal at the Firelight
The fire was the only warmth left in this godforsaken night. Its orange tongues curled skyward, snapping softly in the breeze, casting trembling shadows over the clearing. The bonfire’s glow painted the trees red and gold, their skeletal branches stretching like claws toward the full moon. Beyond it, a thin stream whispered against stone, black and glassy under the night sky.Rhea hugged her knees to her chest, perched on a flat rock. Her breaths came shallow, mist curling from her lips in the cold. She’d tried to scrub the scent of smoke and blood off her hands, but the faint metallic tang clung stubbornly to her fingers.Her mind replayed everything since Fenrak had appeared in her life like a shadow peeling from the wall. The night he pulled her from the Draven estate’s massacre, his amber eyes glowing with a strange mix of anger and… was it pity? He’d spoken little, but his presence had been solid, an anchor in her storm of terror. She’d followed him because she had no one else.
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