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48. Ashes and Promises
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Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline 53. The Night Hope Was Born
The moon hung low above Draven Estate, veiled behind a thin shroud of clouds. The once-warm halls now felt hollow, their silence deeper than before. After Eloria and Marek’s departure, the air had changed — as though something unseen had slipped through the cracks they left behind.Rhea couldn’t sleep.She moved through the corridors barefoot, her fingers brushing the cold stone walls that seemed to hum faintly, as if alive. Outside, the wind hissed through the trees, carrying whispers that didn’t sound entirely human.When she stepped onto the balcony, she drew in a sharp breath. The gardens below looked different in the moonlight — the roses darker, their petals almost black, the pond’s surface reflecting the clouds like fractured glass. The world felt unfamiliar, tilted slightly off its axis.She folded her arms around herself, shivering though the air wasn’t that cold. It’s just your mind, she told herself. Just dreams bleeding into waking.“Couldn’t sleep?”Kael’s voice came from
Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline 52. Guests at the Threshold
The Draven gates opened with the slow, sonorous groan of iron and old wood. Dawn had not yet broken; the sky was a bruised, gray wash, but torches along the drive cast their amber light into the mist and made the estate look like a fortress carved from flame and shadow.Inside the hall the household moved with the studied calm of people who had survived worse than a knocking at the door. Wolves padded in the corridors; servants kept the hearths bright; a silence threaded the rooms like a wire. Kael felt it in his bones — the sense a wolf has when something large approaches through the brush. He stood in the study, fingers resting on the edge of the heavy table, the map of Ashwood spread out beneath his palms. Violet stood at his side, arms folded, eyes tired but steady. The estate had been an uneasy refuge for the last days; now there was a new, sharper weight pressing at the edges.A Draven wolf slipped into the room and inclined his head. The animal’s voice carried only the barest w
Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline 51. The Fracture of Dreams
The moon was sinking beyond the edge of the Draven woods, its pale light filtering through the high windows of the estate’s study. Shadows swayed across shelves of ancient tomes and wolf sigils carved into dark oak. Kael stood by the window, his hand braced on the frame, the fire behind him flickering over the sharp cut of his jaw.Violet entered quietly, her usual calm wrapped in unease. The faint scent of incense and spell ash followed her.“She’s sleeping again?” she asked.Kael nodded without looking back. “Barely. Every night it’s worse. She says she hears whispers now. Dreams that aren’t hers.”Violet crossed her arms, her voice thoughtful but laced with tension. “If it’s not a curse or fever… it’s something deeper. Maybe her blood is reacting to the mark, to the prophecy. We could do a spell of revealing, but—”Kael turned, sharp gaze meeting hers. “But what?”“It needs more witches,” Violet said. “And strong ones. I can’t do this alone.”Kael’s brows furrowed. “Eloria, then?”
Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline 50. The Shadow That Wears A Face
The forest was dead quiet.No wind. No rustle. No sound but the slow crackle of energy still pulsing from Eloria’s staff. The light of her runes flickered faintly, casting ghostly reflections on the trees. The Order stood frozen — weapons raised, eyes scanning every shadow that moved between the twisted trunks.Then came the voice.Low. Drawn-out. Distorted, as though several throats spoke through one mouth.“Grand Magestress…”Marek turned instantly, sword drawn. His wolf snarled beside him, hackles raised. The remaining members of the Order shifted into formation, forming a half-circle around Eloria.From the darkness ahead, a figure stepped into view.Bare feet dragging through the mud. Clothes torn, soaked in blood. His eyes glowed faint red, but it wasn’t the color of life — it was the color of corruption.“Varek…” Eloria whispered.But it wasn’t really him.Something else stared through those eyes — something older, colder, and wrong.Marek moved immediately, planting himself be
Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline 49. The Morning After Shadows
The first light of dawn slipped gently through the tall windows of the Draven Estate, painting faint streaks of gold across the marble floors. For the first time in weeks, the air inside was calm — still carrying the faint crackle of last night’s fire, and the scent of rain-soaked wood drifting from the forest beyond.The battles, the screams, the blood — all felt like distant echoes now. At least for this one fragile morning.Fenrak woke up sprawled awkwardly on an old couch, the kind that creaked with every movement. A ray of sunlight hit his face, making him groan as he sat up. His wounds were mostly healed, but every muscle in his body ached from the fight. He stretched, bones cracking, and sniffed the air.Something smelled… good. Really good.“Either the spirits of Draven finally learned to cook,” he muttered, rubbing his neck, “or someone in this haunted mansion has discovered the art of breakfast.”Following the smell, Fenrak made his way down the long corridor, his bare feet
Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline 48. Ashes and Promises
The Draven Estate loomed at the edge of Ashwood like a relic of another age. Its stone walls rose against the night, weathered and scarred, but unbroken, like the man who called it home. As Kael led them inside, the heavy oak doors groaned against their hinges, opening into a vast hall lit only by the flicker of a dozen torches. Shadows crawled across the ceilings, curling into the rafters like restless spirits.The moment they entered, Violet’s strength gave out. She collapsed against the carved banister, her breath shallow, her body trembling from the toll of their last battle. Her skin was pale, her lips nearly bloodless, and the faint burns from witchcraft still marred her arms.“Easy,” Kael muttered, catching her before she hit the floor. He lowered her carefully onto a velvet couch near the fireplace, his expression tight.Rhea rushed to her side, brushing strands of damp hair from Violet’s face. “She’s burning up,” she whispered.“She’ll live,” Kael said, though his tone carrie
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