Semua Bab Wolfsbane: His darkness, Her Light: Bab 61 - Bab 70

EverestThe air still smelled of smoke, the acrid scent clinging to the ruins of the village. The distant crackle of burning wood had long since faded, replaced by an oppressive silence that settled over the devastation. Onyx Moon felt like a ghost town—its spirit gutted by the chaos of last night.I picked my way through the streets, boots crunching over glass and debris. Broken walls leaned precariously, the remains of homes and businesses crumbled in on themselves like fragile bones. The east wing of the hospital was little more than a charred skeleton, its shattered windows framing a scene of ruin. The bodies—too many bodies—had already been shrouded in cloth. But the weight of their loss lingered, heavier than the wreckage. Bill and Annie. Gone.One of the forsaken had survived, though just barely—the one who had killed Annie. It was subdued now, locked away in a secure cell with wolfsbane coursing through its veins, but I couldn’t help wondering if there was even a sliver of the

EverestThe forest swallowed me whole, the sounds of the battle fading into muffled chaos behind me. My heart thundered, every step driving me closer to the witches who had orchestrated this nightmare. The bond screamed for me to stop, to turn back and find Finn, but I pushed forward. This ended tonight—no matter the cost.Their energy pulsed like a beacon, sickly and dark, guiding me deeper into the woods. The gifts Selene had given me flared stronger the closer I got to their foul magic. On a night without a moon, my glow was all the light the forest needed. A soft silvery haze bathed the trees, the shadows twisting and curling unnaturally as though they feared my presence. My paws hit the ground in rhythmic thuds, quiet and deliberate as I honed in on my prey.Twax and Iza were close.A few more minutes of running and I saw them. Twax hunched near a crude altar, his single arm fumbling with a vial of dark yellow liquid. A low growl rumbled in my chest as I spotted his maimed should

FinnPain was the first thing I noticed. Not the sharp, stabbing kind—no, this was deeper, a dull ache that seemed to thrum in time with my pulse. My chest felt like it had been stitched together by a blind surgeon, and my head was heavy, like someone had poured molten lead behind my eyes.I blinked, the dim light of the room cutting through the haze. White walls. The sterile smell of antiseptic. A hospital.My heart lurched, adrenaline surging as I tried to sit up.“Whoa, whoa. Easy there, big guy.”Caleb’s voice grounded me. I turned my head too fast, wincing as the pull of stitches across my chest reminded me how close I’d come to not waking up at all. He was slouched in the chair next to my bed, arms crossed, his face a mix of exhaustion and something else – grief.“What… happened?” My throat was dry, the words rasping out like sandpaper.“You’re lucky to be alive,” Caleb said, straightening. “Most of us are. But... not all of us.”The weight of his words hit harder than the pain

EverestThe crackling fire danced before me, its light painting shadows on the walls as I sat curled up on the couch, nursing a steaming cup of tea. The warmth of the flames did little to thaw the cold knot of tension in my chest. I’d gotten out of the hospital yesterday after spending a day in there. Physically I’d been fine, so they let me leave after I’d woken up, on the order that I’d rest as much as possible to regain my strength. I’d planted myself in one of the cozy chairs of the library, reading about the Gods and Goddess’s of the old myths. My hand drifted to my stomach, still not accustomed to the appearance of the bump there. But it was there. She was there. My heart fluttered with nerves at the thought, but I took a breath and smiled. Fortunately, the acceleration of the pregnancy had projected me past the morning sickness part.Kali and Caleb had been ensuring the pack was being taken care of while Finn and I had been in the hospital. Finn had been healing, slowly but sur

EverestThe crunch of gravel under tires drew my attention to the packhouse gates. I stood on the porch after spending the rest of the day getting reaquainted with Finn. My hands gripped the railing as I watched the convoy of black SUVs pull into the courtyard. My stomach churned, a mix of relief and anxiety swirling through me.“They’re here,” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the sound of the engines.Finn stood beside me, his arms crossed, his presence grounding even as tension radiated off him in waves. I glanced up at him, and he met my gaze, his eyes soft but weary.The car doors opened almost in unison. My mother was the first out, her white-blonde hair catching the sunset light like spun silk. She was a vision of strength, her posture straight and proud, but as her bright green eyes found me, her composure cracked.“Everest!” she called, her voice trembling. I barely had time to step forward before she wrapped me in her arms, her embrace fierce and unyielding.“I was so