เข้าสู่ระบบThe battlefield lay under a heavy shroud of silence, broken only by the crackle of dying flames and the faint groans of the wounded. Wolves limped back to formation, healers scrambled between bodies, and the scent of blood settled into the soil so deeply that the earth itself seemed to mourn.Kaelen held Aria in his arms as though afraid she would fade into mist if he loosened his grip. Her head rested against his shoulder, her breaths shallow and uneven. The golden aura that had once blazed with life was now barely a flicker—dim, fragile, like a candle swallowed by a storm. He pressed his cheek to her forehead, silently cursing every moment she had spent healing others instead of protecting herself.“You’re safe,” he whispered, though he wasn’t sure if he was reassuring her or himself. “I’ve got you. I’m not letting go.”Aria stirred weakly, her lashes fluttering. “Kaelen… we won a battle, not the war.”He swallowed hard, tightening his hold. “We’ll make it through the war too.”But
The dawn rose like a wounded animal, streaked in bruised purple and a red so dark it felt like an omen. Aria stood at the highest balcony of the Crescent Citadel, her black hair whipped by an unforgiving wind, her heart beating in a rhythm that didn’t feel like her own. It pulsed with the pack’s fear, the pack’s hope, and the steady thundering loyalty of Kaelen’s wolf. The prophecy dream still clung to her mind like smoke—a Blessed Luna shall end the curse of rogues, but only through blood freely given. She didn’t yet know what that meant. She feared she would soon find out.Behind her, Kaelen emerged already armored, bare arms marked with war paint, eyes burning with primal determination. The rising sun caught the edges of his dark hair, turning him into a silhouette carved by battle. He paused, taking her in as though imprinting the memory before the world could steal it.“It’s time,” he said.Aria nodded, swallowing the tremor in her throat. The night they had shared—fierce, vulner
Sleep came to Aria slowly that night, as though her body feared closing its eyes after everything that had happened. Kaelen had carried her back to their chamber despite her protests, insisting that the healer reinspecting her shoulder wound was not enough—he needed to feel her breathing, feel her warmth beside him, feel her safe. The pack hummed restlessly outside, the weight of Rowan’s betrayal heavy in every mind, but inside their room there was only the soft crackle of the fire and Kaelen’s steady presence anchoring her.Aria lay curled against him, exhaustion pressing on her like a second blanket. His fingers drifted along her spine in slow, grounding movements. Every brush of his skin sent waves of comfort through their bond. Eventually the tension in her muscles eased, her heartbeat steadied, and her eyelids fluttered closed. Kaelen shifted slightly, tightening his arm around her as if daring any threat to even breathe near her. “Rest, Aria,” he whispered against her hair. “I’m
Dawn broke over the Whisperwind mountains like a blade of pale gold, slicing through the lingering shadows of the night before. The forest around Aria and Kaelen stirred with cautious life—birds beginning tentative songs, leaves whispering as if trying to reassure the world that morning had truly come. But peace was a fragile illusion. Beneath the beauty of sunrise lurked the unmistakable tension of a future soaked in blood.Aria walked beside Kaelen as they made their way back to the pack compound. His arm was wrapped around her waist, supporting her as much as she supported him. He had regained most of his strength thanks to her Luna aura, but the wounds he’d endured—physical and emotional—still glimmered beneath his skin. Aria felt them all through their bond, every ache, every flicker of pain. He felt hers, too, though he tried fiercely to hide it.Ahead, smoke curled upward from the pack’s chimneys. Guards spotted their approach and sent a roar of warning, then recognition. Warri
The world lurched sideways as the fortress walls finally gave way under the pressure of clashing Alpha power. Dust rained from the ceiling. Torches flickered violently, and the stones beneath Aria’s feet trembled like they might bolt from the earth altogether. Kaelen’s roar still echoed through the ruined chamber where Lucien had tried to mark her, a furious sound that had rattled the marrow in her bones and driven fear into whatever was left of Lucien’s brittle patience. Now, in the immediate aftermath of that clash, the air simmered with the remnants of Alpha dominance—Kaelen’s fierce and grounding, Lucien’s poisonous and lingering.Lucien stood opposite them, eyes gleaming with the kind of unhinged delight only a man who believed himself untouchable could wear. His armor was cracked, blood dripping from a shallow cut across his cheek, but he still managed to smile as if he were the victor rather than the one forced back. Aria leaned into Kaelen as he shielded her with his body, but
The world blurred around Aria as Kaelen thundered through the forest in his massive wolf form, each stride fueled by desperation and primal fury. Cold wind whipped against her face, but she clung to him tightly, burying her forehead into his neck as though the closeness could erase what had happened inside Lucien’s fortress. Her body trembled not from fear alone, but from the violent drain of power she had unleashed. Every breath burned her lungs, yet she didn’t want Kaelen to stop.His wolf snarled deep in his chest, vibrating through her bones. She felt his rage in the bond—hot, blistering, murderous. He didn’t speak in words; his wolf rarely did in this state. Instead, she felt fragments of emotion pouring into her in jagged bursts.Mine.Safe.Never again.Never.But they were still too close to Lucien’s territory. She sensed the dark magic pressing at their backs, the echoes of Lucien’s howl chasing them through the trees. Kaelen slowed only when they reached a ravine where the e







