Se connecterCHAPTER 128 — THE FALL OF GERAFILELENA’S POVThe palace erupted before I could reach the nursery. A guard crashed through the eastern doors, his eyes glowing with the same darkness I had seen spreading across Gerafil. I raised my weapon and blocked his strike, refusing to believe the man who had protected my family for years was now trying to kill me without hesitation right in front of me.Another guard attacked from behind, forcing me to turn quickly. Steel struck steel, and the sound echoed through the corridor. “Hold him,” I ordered, pushing the first guard against the wall while another warrior restrained him. His body shook violently, dark veins crawling beneath his skin as the magic tightened its grip and stole his control before I could react.I ran toward the nursery when I heard shouting from the upper floor. Two guards stood outside the door, weapons drawn, while a servant screamed for help. One guard turned toward me, and recognition briefly returned to his eyes before th
CHAPTER 127 — THE WAR BEGINSXANDER’S POVThe war began before sunrise. I was still in the eastern command room when the first messenger arrived, blood covering his uniform and panic filling his eyes. He barely managed to kneel before reporting that three territories had been attacked at once. The Founder had not chosen one battlefield. He had chosen all of them as the attacks spread rapidly.Another messenger arrived before the first could finish speaking. Northern Ridge was burning, while Darius's territory had been struck from the western border. A third attack had begun near the river packs. Xander, we have to move now, I ordered, already reaching for my weapons as commanders gathered around the table, and commanders quickly realized this was only the beginning.Xander studied the map for only a few seconds before dividing our forces. Gerafil would send warriors north, Darius would protect his territory, and the river packs would hold their borders. It was exactly what The Founder
CHAPTER 126 — THE ALLIANCEELENA’S POVBy morning, Gerafil was preparing for war, but I knew our strength would never be enough without allies. Too many packs still hated us because of old conflicts, bloodshed, and mistakes made by our ancestors. If The Founder wanted to destroy every supernatural territory, then we needed those enemies standing beside us instead.I sat at the council table with maps covering every available space, studying the territories surrounding Gerafil. Xander stood across from me while several warriors waited nearby. “We cannot force them to help us,” I said, tracing the borders carefully. “We need to make them understand what The Founder actually plans to do.”Our first message went to packs that had refused every alliance request from Gerafil for years. We told them about the Final Awakening, the three bloodlines, the ancient power beneath the land, and The Founder's plan to control it. We sent copies of the records so nobody could dismiss our warning easily
CHAPTER 125 — THE RED MOONXANDER’S POVThe red moon would appear in three nights. I stared at the astronomical chart on the council table, barely believing how little time remained. Wren's message had sounded strange before, but now every word carried weight. If the Final Awakening depended on that moon, then waiting for Wren to return was no longer an option before the ritual begins.I called Gerafil's strongest warriors before sunrise and ordered the gates secured. We needed fighters who understood supernatural threats, not ordinary soldiers. Messages were sent to neighboring packs, asking for trusted allies without revealing every detail. Until we understood The Founder's plan, I could not risk spreading information that might reach him while the palace remained awake.Elena remained in the palace archives, surrounded by ancient records while I organized our defenses. She had barely slept since Wren disappeared, but she refused to rest. I wanted to stay beside her, yet we both und
CHAPTER 124 — WREN IS GONEELENA’S POVPanic spread through Gerafil before I could even process what the guard had told us. Warriors rushed through the palace, checking every corridor, room, entrance, and hidden passage while servants gathered nervously in the halls. My hands were shaking as I searched for Wren, refusing to believe he had simply vanished from a guarded palace.“Lock every gate,” I ordered, moving through the east wing with Xander beside me. “Nobody leaves Gerafil until we know where Wren is.” My voice sounded steadier than I felt. Xander immediately repeated the order to the guards, then entered Wren's room while I searched through his belongings desperately.His bed was untouched, his favorite blanket folded neatly at the foot, and the window remained locked from inside. There were no signs of fighting anywhere. No broken furniture, no blood, no overturned objects, nothing that suggested someone had forced their way into the room and taken him.“The Founder took him,
CHAPTER 123 — THE HUNTXANDER’S POVThe moment Mara's attacker disappeared beyond the cottage, I ordered every warrior outside. Elena remained beside the wounded healer, refusing to leave while there was still a chance to save her. I wanted to stay with her, but the assassin had escaped, and every second mattered. Someone had deliberately silenced Mara before she could speak. The silence felt wrong already.I stepped through the broken window with four warriors behind me, following the faint trail leading away from the cottage. The ground was damp, but fresh footprints marked the grass beyond the garden. Whoever fired that arrow had planned the escape carefully, yet they had made one mistake by leaving traces behind. I could not afford another mistake right now.The trail disappeared near a line of trees bordering the neutral territory. I crouched beside the final footprint and examined the soil, searching for anything useful. A faint metallic scent lingered nearby, and I noticed a br







