Semua Bab Hunter/Hunted: Bab 41 - Bab 50

*CHARLES*The first light of dawn bled over the horizon — pale gold against the skeletal trees and frost-covered fields.For a few, fleeting moments, it almost looked peaceful.Then the horns began to sound.The low, rolling note echoed through the forest, carried by the wind until it struck the walls of the Raiser estate like thunder.Charles was already on the ramparts, rifle slung over his shoulder, eyes fixed on the treeline.“Positions!” he called, his voice cutting through the morning air. “Archers to the walls! Lycans to the east ridge! No one fires until my signal!”Below, the courtyard erupted into movement — hunters and wolves working side by side, the tension between thei

*BLAIRE*The moon hung low and red over the ruins.Wind howled through the hollow fortress, carrying the scent of old blood and fire.Blaire stepped through the broken archway, her feet silent against the ash.Her body ached, her skin torn and scarred, but her eyes burned bright — silver and steady.At the center of the hall stood Lady Seraphine Rivas, the Vampire Queen — regal even in ruin.Her black gown shimmered faintly, her pale skin glowed like bone in the dark.Despite the wounds from their last encounter, she still moved with the grace of a predator.“You’ve come,” Seraphine said softly, voice echoing off the stone.

*CHARLES*As the meeting ended, Charles stepped out into the courtyard.The cold bit through his coat, but he didn’t care.Across the yard, he saw Blaire step out onto the balcony above, wrapped in a thick blanket, watching the workers below.Sebastian joined her a moment later, one hand on her back, and for the first time in years, Charles saw his daughter smile.Not the haunted smile of survival, but the real one — the one she’d had before all this began.His chest ached. Pride. Relief. Something deeper.Theo came up beside him quietly.“You’re staring again.”Charles didn’t look awa

*Blaire*The Raiser estate was quiet again — the kind of quiet that came only after too much noise, too much blood.The walls still carried the faint smell of smoke from the battle, and the grounds beyond were scarred by fire and footprints. But inside, warmth had begun to return. Candles flickered in every window, and laughter — hesitant at first, but growing stronger each day — began to fill the halls once more.It was evening now, snow dusting the world outside in silver light. Blaire stood in the doorway to the dining room, her son balanced on her hip. He was nine months old and growing faster than she could believe. He kicked and squirmed, eager to be free, his laughter chasing away the ghosts that sometimes clung to her.In the weeks since the battle, the house had changed. Everyone

*Sebastain*The sound was deafening — steel against steel, the scream of wolves and men, the mechanical rhythm of the lab-born. But when the clone stepped forward, all of it fell away. Only the two of them remained.Sebastian gripped his blade tighter. The creature’s face was his own — down to the scar on his jaw, the faint mark where Blaire’s hand had once pressed against his skin after a hunt. It smiled, that same crooked smile, but wrong somehow — too clean, too empty.“You can’t protect her forever,” the clone repeated, voice low and steady. “You’ll fail her again. Like before.”Sebastian moved first — a blur of speed and rage. Their blades met in a violent crash that sent sparks through the snow. He pushed forward, driving the thing back, but it was like fighting a reflection that antici