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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT
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THE COLD WOLF'S MATE CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SIXTY-TWO
Kael’s POV The Red Moon turned the night into something out of a nightmare.The moment it crested fully above the ridge, the air changed, it thickened until it felt like breathing through smoke. The mountain groaned beneath our feet, as if it could sense the power being called from it.And then there was Elara.She stood in the center of the balcony, flames curling off her body like silk ribbons. Her hair floated weightlessly, her eyes molten gold. Every breath she took sent shockwaves through the air. The torches below had gone out, the wolves had fallen to their knees, and even the wind bowed to her.I had seen power before from Alpha Kings, ancient spirits, old gods whispered in myths but none of them had ever looked like this. None of them had ever been her.“Elara,” I tried again, my voice raw. “You have to stop…….”She didn’t even seem to hear me. Her gaze was locked on Magnus, her lips moving soundlessly, her fingers curled as the energy bled through her skin in veins of gold.
THE COLD WOLF'S MATE CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SIXTY-ONE
Elara’s POVThe Red Moon rose like an omen.By the time its light spilled through the clouds, the entire mountain seemed to pulse with it—slow, heavy, alive. The air shimmered with energy that made the hair on my arms rise. Every breath burned a little hotter than the last, like the night itself was feeding something inside me.I stood on the balcony outside Kael’s chambers, my hands gripping the cold stone rail as the first streaks of crimson light crawled across the horizon. The moon wasn’t silver tonight—it was blood-red, vast and merciless. Its reflection painted my skin in shades of fire and shadow.Something deep in my chest stirred.A heartbeat.Not my own.I closed my eyes and tried to steady myself, but the power thrummed louder, coiling around my ribs, pressing against my throat. It felt ancient—wild and impatient—as if it had been waiting for this night.“Elara?”Kael’s voice came from behind me, rough and low. When I turned, he looked almost unreal in the moonlight. The cr
THE COLD WOLF'S MATE CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SIXTY
Elara’s POV The council room buzzed with tension long before anyone spoke. The torches burned low, casting restless shadows over the long stone table. Storm was pacing, Milo leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, and Jack sat at the far end, spinning a dagger between his fingers.Jones was the last to arrive. He shut the door behind him with a quiet thud, and the sound made everyone look up.“So,” he said, dragging a chair out. “We’re really doing this.”Storm shot him a glare. “What, did you think we’d just sit around and wait for the King to knock on our door?”“I’m saying,” Jones replied, calm as ever, “if we’re going to challenge the Alpha King on the night of the Red Moon, we better have more than bravado.”Kael wasn’t here, he’d gone to speak with the patrols. That left me to face the Circle on my own, which, honestly, didn’t bother me.“He’s right,” I said, taking the seat nearest to the head of the table. “Magnus will come prepared. He won’t risk losing control of me
THE COLD WOLF'S MATE CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE
Elara’s POV Kael didn’t come back to bed.I waited until the last candle burned down, the shadows stretching long and deep across the walls. Every time I thought I heard footsteps outside my door, my heart leapt, hoping it was him but it never was. Only silence, heavy and patient, pressing against me from every side.Sleep refused to come. My thoughts kept circling back to the Oracle’s words, looping through my mind like a curse.“The flame inside her will choose”.It should have been a comfort, to have the choice, to have control but it wasn’t. Because I knew what she hadn’t said aloud, if the flame inside me chose wrong, it wouldn’t just burn me. It would consume everything I loved.And that meant Kael.When the first sliver of dawn crept across the room, I couldn’t stay still any longer. I threw on my cloak and left my chamber, drawn by something I couldn’t name. The halls were quiet, the kind of quiet that made every sound feel too loud, the echo of my footsteps, the rustle of
THE COLD WOLF'S MATE CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT
Kael’s POVThe Oracle’s words echoed in my skull long after we left the temple.The flame inside her will choose.The moonlight followed us across the courtyard, pale and sharp, slicing through the silence that none of us dared to break. The others walked ahead—Storm muttering curses under his breath, Milo kicking at loose stones, Jack keeping his distance like always—but all I could see was Elara’s face.The way her eyes had gone distant when the Oracle spoke.The tremor in her voice when she asked, What if I choose wrong?I’d promised her we’d fight it together. But the truth clawed at me, cold and merciless. How do you fight destiny?When we reached the clearing, I finally spoke. “We head back to the fortress tonight. No detours.”Storm gave me a sharp look. “You mean we run away.”“Don’t start,” I warned.He didn’t stop. “You heard her, Kael. The King’s waiting for the next full moon. We can’t just hole up in the fortress and hope he changes his mind.”I turned on him so fast that
THE COLD WOLF'S MATE CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND FIFTY-SEVEN
Elara’s POV “I still think this is a mistake,” Storm muttered as we crossed the temple courtyard.Kael shot him a glare sharp enough to silence a lesser wolf. “We’re out of options. If Magnus won’t tell us the truth, we’ll get it from someone who will.”I followed them through the stone archway, my pulse thudding in my throat. The mark at my collarbone still glowed faintly beneath my cloak, a silver warmth that refused to fade. Every heartbeat reminded me of Magnus’s words, you were never meant to be a wolf.Jack walked beside me, his expression unreadable. “The Oracle doesn’t see just anyone, you know. She refused the Alpha King himself once.”“Then she’ll see me,” Kael said firmly. “She owes the Midnight Fang pack.”Milo snorted. “Pretty sure she doesn’t owe anyone. Last time I saw her, she said my fate smelled like fish.”That earned a faint, nervous laugh from me. The tension needed breaking.When we reached the temple doors, Jack pressed his palm against the engraved moon sigil
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