Semua Bab Hunter/Hunted: Bab 51 - Bab 54

*Blaire*The nights were the worst.The closer the moon came to full, the more she could feel it—the pulse beneath her feet, the pressure behind her ribs. Sometimes she woke to find faint light bleeding from her palms. Other nights, she dreamed she was standing in the heart of the mountain again, surrounded by those endless white corridors, hearing the hum of machines that no longer existed.Sebastian stayed with her every night now. He tried to hold her when she trembled, to whisper her name when her eyes went distant.“You’re here,” he told her once, his hand warm against her cheek. “You’re home.”“Then why do I feel like I never left?”Her voice was barely a

*SEBASTIAN*The mountain smelled like accusation: metal and old heat and the sharp tang of things no living thing should try to tidy. Sebastian moved with the careful certainty of age and scent—an alpha’s gait that trusted claws and ears and a body tuned to the geometry of dark. He had chosen to go alone because entering this place with another man meant answers would be answers traded twice and questions might be allowed to breathe. The cave liked speaking to single mouths; the fewer the listeners you carried, the less it could multiply your guilt into spectacle.The vein of gold that led the old journals pulsed faint and slow beneath the stone. The seam’s pulsing had once been a crude light in a laboratory’s panel; now it had the patient, indifferent rhythm of a hidden heart. Sebastian could taste the residue of cleaners in the air—antiseptic clinging like a memory. He let his fingers brush the wall because hands make maps where eyes cannot: the meta