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Chapter 87: Echoes of Fate
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The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy Chapter 117: Blood on the Ridge
ISABELLA’S POVWe never made it to the truck. The battlefield reeked of torn flesh and coppery blood. The ground had turned into slick red mud that sucked at my boots and made every step treacherous. Howls clashed with wet snarls under the swollen moon. Its light edged every wound in silver and made the carnage look even crueler.Bodies lay scattered in broken heaps. Some still gasped for air. Others stared blankly at the sky, already cooling. Caleb’s forces carved through our defenders without mercy. Claws ripped open bellies, jaws crushed windpipes. Steaming entrails froze in the night air.I stood at the edge of the chaos, dagger gripped tight in my hand. Sebastian had shoved it into my palm what felt like hours ago. The hilt was slippery with sweat and someone else’s blood. My pulse hammered so loud it drowned out most of the screams. Twenty yards away, my father fought on, he refused to stay down. Blood soaked his shirt from ribs to hip, yet he swung heavy fists and snapped teet
The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy Chapter 116: The Quiet Before
ISABELLA’S POV Sunlight slipped through the narrow kitchen window and painted thin gold bars across the scarred wooden table. I sat between Sebastian and Adrian, my hands wrapped around a chipped mug of coffee that had gone cold ten minutes ago. The smell of toasted bread and scrambled eggs hung in the air, but nobody had touched their plates in a while.Sebastian’s knee pressed against mine under the table, steady, and solid. Adrian sat straight-backed, fork resting unused beside his eggs, eyes flicking to the window every few seconds. The house felt too quiet, too still, like the world outside had stopped breathing and was waiting for us to notice.I took a sip of coffee, it was bitter and lukewarm. “We can’t stay here forever.”Sebastian’s fingers brushed my wrist, light enough to feel accidental. “We won’t. One more day. Maybe two. Then we move north again.”Adrian grunted. “North is suicide without a vehicle. We’re on foot with no supply line. Caleb’s got the pack, the resources
The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy Chapter 115: The Hunt Closes in
CALEB’S POVI paced the length of the alpha’s private study with boots ringing against polished oak. The room still smelled of my father, aged leather pipe tobacco and the faint sour edge of wolfsbane he thought no one noticed. Marcus sat behind the massive desk now looking smaller in the high-backed chair that used to swallow him whole. His eyes followed me back and forth but he stayed silent. Good. Silence was better than the old lectures about duty and pack loyalty.The map lay open between us. Red pins marked reported sightings, false trails dead ends, blue pins showed our patrol lines shrinking every hour. No solid location, no scent trail. Nothing. Isabella, Adrian, and Sebastian had vanished like smoke the moment they crossed into Blood Moon territory.I stopped at the window braced my palms on the sill and stared down at the training yard. Warriors drilled in tight formation breaths fogging in the pre-dawn chill. They moved sharp precise. My father’s orders. My orders now. The
The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy Chapter 114: Mother’s Echo
ISABELLA’S POV I fell back asleep on top of the covers with the lamp still burning low on the nightstand. The bunker room felt smaller at night, walls pressing in the ceiling too close. Sebastian had kissed my forehead earlier before running to go see whatever Adrian called him to see. Although I tried to argue with him, I tried to get him to stay because we hadn’t talked properly about this war and the fear in our hearts, but duty won. My eyelids dropped heavy and the dark pulled me under fast. The dream didn’t creep in gently. It slammed into me full color, full sound, full smell.I stood on cracked white marble under a sky the color of old bruises. The wind carried ash and salt and ahead of me was a woman waiting. She was tall, she had white hair spilling past her waist. She had the same face I saw in mirrors now, only older and softer around the eyes. She wore a long silver gown that moved like liquid moonlight even though no breeze touched it.“Mom?” My voice cracked small.She
The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy Chapter 113: The Long Night Ahead
SEBASTIAN’S POV I stood at the narrow slit window that served as the only eye to the outside world in this buried bunker. The glass was triple-thick bulletproof and tinted so no light leaked out even when the interior lamps burned. Outside the moon hung fat and low brushing the tops of the pines with silver. There were no movements, no shadows shifting between trunks, and no scent of wolf on the wind that slipped through the ventilation slits. But I felt them anyway, they were out there, curling and testing. I rubbed the back of my neck hard enough the skin stung. Maximus paced inside my skull with a low continuous growl that vibrated down my spine. He hated the confinement, hated the waiting, he hated that Isabella was twenty feet away sleeping in the small bedroom while we sat here like bait.Adrian sat at the narrow metal table maps and satellite printouts spread in front of him. He hadn’t spoken in almost forty minutes, he just stared at the grid lines like they would suddenly
The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy Chapter 112: Echoes of Time
ISABELLA’S POV I sat on the wide window seat with my knees drawn up and the heavy quilt wrapped around my shoulders while pale morning light filtered through the tall glass. The mansion felt too big too quiet after days locked inside the shaman’s small cabin. Outside the grounds stretched manicured lawns bordered by dense evergreens but I hadn’t stepped foot past the front doors yet. Sebastian and Adrian hadn’t allowed it. Not once.They stood near the fireplace now heads bent close voices pitched so low I caught only fragments. Sebastian’s shoulders stayed rigid, one hand braced on the mantel. Adrian gestured sharp once then dropped his arm like the motion cost him. Neither had looked my way in over an hour. Their silence pressed heavier than any words could.I let my gaze drift across the room, dark wood paneling thick rugs, crystal chandeliers catching faint sun. Beautiful. Expensive. Safe. That was what Sebastian called it when we arrived last night. His home. A place no one woul
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