เข้าสู่ระบบChapter 156: Moonlit Warning DAMIEN’S POV“I’ve been waiting for you, Cassandra. What took you this much time?”She froze in the doorway with her hand still on the knob. Her eyes widened in genuine shock as she stared at me. I sat on the couch with a glass of whiskey in my hand and my shirt discarded on the floor beside me. The scar on my face pulled tight as I watched her recover from the surprise.“How did you know I would come?” she asked, stepping further into the room while her posture shifted into something more defensive. I didn’t say a word to her, instead I set the glass down slowly and stood up. My muscles felt tight from days of restless energy. My memory replayed the night I collapsed in the garden when someone appeared to me. It was the Moon Goddess herself. She had pulled me out of the darkness and showed me fragments of what was coming. She had told me my memories would return when the time was right. She also made it clear why I had been sent back to protect Anya and
Chapter 155: Perfect BaitCASSANDRA’S POV.I received the summons at dawn. A black raven landed on the windowsill of my safe house and dropped a sealed note before flying off into the mist. The Shifter Council wanted me back in the mountains immediately. I dressed quickly in dark clothes that hid weapons and bloodstains, then drove the winding roads with growing excitement. They had acted faster than I expected. The attack on Elowen must have gone exactly as I hoped. The same hooded guards met me at the stone archway. They led me deeper into the mountain without a single word. Torches burned low along the walls and the air carried the sharp scent of old magic and stone. We entered the circular chamber where the seven council members waited on their raised thrones. Their presence felt heavier today, charged with fresh energy. The central figure spoke first. His voice rolled through the space like distant thunder. “Cassandra Voss, we visited Elowen as you suggested to see the hybrid
Chapter 154: Echoes of Pain ANYA’S POV I sat on the wooden bench outside the main healing cottage with a cup of warm herbal tea between my hands. The garden around me bloomed with vibrant flowers and protective runes carved into smooth stones. Elowen had welcomed me with open arms and gentle hands that eased some of the sickness, yet the heaviness in my chest refused to lift. The pup kicked strongly today as if reminding me I carried more than just life. I carried responsibility too.Iris approached with quick steps. Her face looked pale and her hands twisted together in front of her. She stopped in front of me and took a deep breath before speaking. “Anya, I’ve got news from Ironclaw. Damien passed out last night. He has not woken up yet. The healers are with him but they worry.” The cup nearly slipped from my fingers. A sharp pull tugged at my heart and for one wild moment I wanted to run to the car and drive back. I set the tea down carefully and pressed both hands over my bell
Chapter 153: Hollow Throne DAMIEN’S POVI stood at the head of the long table in the council chamber and stared at the maps spread before me. Lines and territories blurred together while the elders waited for decisions I barely understood. Three days had turned into a week since Anya walked out. The mansion felt larger and colder without her presence. I pointed at a section of the eastern border and spoke with more confidence than I felt.“We will reinforce this area with extra patrols. There have been endless reports of rogue movements. I want eyes on every trail.”Elder Thorne leaned forward with a tight smile. “Wise choice, Alpha. Though some of us wonder if your focus remains sharp after recent… personal complications.”I met his gaze steadily. The scar on my face pulled as I clenched my jaw. I remembered nothing of the old strategies or alliances, yet every morning I walked into these rooms and pretended the knowledge sat just beneath the surface. The pack watched me. They neede
Chapter 152: Seeds of RuinCASSANDRA’S POVI leaned back in the worn leather chair of the abandoned cabin and swirled the dark wine in my glass. Days had passed since the chaos at the ruins, yet the taste of victory still lingered sweeter than any drink. My side still ached where Anya’s blade had caught me but the pain only sharpened my focus. Whispers had reached me through my spies inside Ironclaw. Damien had returned but not as the man they remembered. He looked at Anya like a stranger he wanted gone. He avoided her touch. He carried hatred in his eyes that no memory loss could fully explain. And best of all, she had left. I smiled into the shadows and took a slow sip. The fire crackled in the hearth and cast dancing light across the rough walls. This was the opening I had waited for. No more games, no more half measures. Anya stood exposed, vulnerable, and carrying that hybrid abomination in her belly. Now I would make sure she never drew another peaceful breath.I rose and pull
Chapter 151: Shattered Vows ANYA’S POVI stood near the window in the main hallway when Gavin approached with heavy steps. His face carried the kind of careful look people wear when they deliver bad news. He stopped a few feet away and rubbed the back of his neck.“Damien said something to me this morning,” he said quietly. “He plans to leave for three days. He said he wants some time away to clear his head. I tried to talk him out of it but his mind is set.”The words landed like stones in my stomach. I pressed one hand against the wall to steady myself. Three days. He would rather drive away from me than stay in the same house. I had known he struggled with his memories but I never imagined I had become someone so unbearable that he needed to run.“Thank you for telling me,” I replied, keeping my voice even. Inside, something cracked wide open. All those months of waiting, fighting, bleeding for him, and now he counted down the hours until he could leave me behind. I turned and wa
Chapter 61: The Four Threads ANYA’S POV I sat on the low stone bench in the center of the chamber with my knees pulled tight to my chest and stared at the woman who looked exactly like my mother. But this woman claims to be my aunt. An aunt that I’d never heard of from my mother. My throat felt
Chapter 56: Fractured Control DAMIEN’S POV I stood under the scalding spray of the shower with water pounding my shoulders and steam filling the bathroom. The steam was as thick as fog while the curse burned slowly and steadily in my veins like a banked fire that refused to die. Every drop that h
Chapter 55: Chained Awakening ANYA’S POV I came back to myself slowly with my head throbbing like someone had driven a spike through my skull. The sunlight filtered through heavy curtains in soft golden stripes across the bed. I tried to sit up and a sharp pain lanced through my temple so fierce.
Chapter 51: Curse and Desire DAMIEN’S POV I walked into the council chamber with pain already simmering low in my veins as I took my seat at the head of the long oak table. The elders filed in one by one with their faces drawn tight and serious under the flickering torchlight that cast long shado







