登入Chapter 158: The Pull Home DAMIEN’S POV I lay in the large bed staring at the ceiling with my eyes wide open. Every time I closed them I saw her. Anya’s face. The way she had looked at me the night she left. The curve of her belly carrying our child. The quiet pain in her eyes when I pulled away. Sleep refused to come. I tossed for another hour before I threw the covers off and stood up. My chest felt tight with something I could no longer ignore. I grabbed my cloak from the chair, pulled it over my shoulders, and walked out of the room. The hallway lights cast long shadows as I made my way to Gavin’s quarters. I knocked firmly on his door. He opened it moments later, hair messy and eyes narrowed in confusion. “What the hell are you doing up at this hour, Alpha Damien?” he asked, rubbing his face. I met his gaze without hesitation. “I need you to come with me to Elowen right now. I am going to bring my wife home.” A slow smile spread across Gavin’s face. He stepped back and grab
Chapter 157: Silent Storm ANYA’S POVI moved slowly along the stone path between the cottages, keeping my steps measured and my face relaxed. Sharp pains had wrapped around my lower back and tightened across my belly since the attack with the Shifter Council, but I refused to show it. The witches worked hard to repair the damaged wards and heal the scorched patches of earth. I carried a basket of fresh bandages and offered quiet words of thanks to everyone who passed. Each movement sent another stab through me, yet I smiled and kept walking. Iris caught up with me near the central well. She studied my face with narrowed eyes and slowed her pace to match mine. “You are moving differently today. Tell me the truth. Something is wrong.” I paused and rested one hand lightly on my lower back. “I am really fine, Iris. The fight took more from me than I expected, that is all. I just need a sound night of rest and everything will settle.” She did not look convinced but she nodded and left
Chapter 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 69: The First Shift ANYA’S POVThe moment Damien stepped through the swirling mist everything changed. One heartbeat and the valley rang with war—spells cracking like lightning, claws ripping flesh, growls and shouts blending into one endless roar—and the next second silence swallowed it w
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.







