Semua Bab Queen of Supernatural: Bab 41 - Bab 48

The courtyard was different in the soft light of morning. The damage from the Messenger’s test had been mended, the barrier steady, but the place carried a different weight now, as though the very stones remembered what had happened. No one spoke as they stepped into the circle. They didn’t need to. The bond Sybil had awakened between them hummed faintly, pulling them toward each other like threads of a web.Mia walked with a sense of awareness she hadn’t had before. It wasn’t just her own heartbeat she felt now. She could sense the pace of Kira’s breathing, the faint flickers of Antonella’s restlessness, the way Leif’s energy trembled as he tried to steady it. Snowy whispered in her head, This is how a pack begins to feel like home.They had breakfast together in the courtyard, a quiet ritual before training began. Sybil sat cross-legged near the outer ring, her hands resting lightly on her knees, observing. Damian gave no formal speech, but when he stepped into the center and raised

The forest beyond the barrier had not changed in any way the eye could see, and yet none of the hybrids could shake the feeling that something waited beyond the trees. Something patient. And watching.Mia stood at the edge of the courtyard with the others behind her. The pack had gathered just after dawn, summoned not by horn or order, but by instinct. Damian stood at the center, his hands clasped behind his back, gaze fixed on the invisible veil that separated them from the rest of the world. The barrier shimmered faintly in the morning light, a translucent curtain stitched with the runes Sybil had redrawn only days ago.“Today,” Damian said quietly, “we step outside.”The words hung in the air like a spell being cast.No one spoke. Even the birds had gone quiet in the trees above.Mia’s pulse quickened. She felt Snowy stir inside her, the wolf’s senses sharpening in her mind.This is the true beginning.Sybil stepped forward from the outer ring of the courtyard, her robes trailing b

Two days had passed since the Queen’s emergence, and the temple had grown colder by the hour. Not by climate, but by something older—like the walls themselves were mourning her reappearance.Marisella hadn’t slept. Not really. Her dreams were filled with fractured voices and blinding flashes of battlefields she'd never stood on. She wandered the sanctuary corridors like a ghost, the blackened pendant hidden under layers of fabric, its weight growing heavier each day."Are you sure this is wise?" Eryx asked, as he guided her through a narrow hallway lined with iron sconces and cracked murals. "The Archive Sanctuary was sealed after the last rebellion. The Seer only reopened it for one reason."“To find answers,” Marisella replied softly. “Before the Queen returns.”The Archive Sanctuary was unlike any place she’d seen. Vaulted ceilings towered above shelves lined with scrolls, tomes, and relics that pulsed with faint magic. Whispered chants drifted from un

The fire burned low, casting the clearing in flickering shades of amber and shadow. Beyond the circle of light, the forest was a wall of darkness—thick, silent, and watching.Mia sat cross-legged on a fallen log, the faint warmth of the flames seeping into her chilled hands. Around her, the hybrids moved in quiet rhythm—some tending weapons, others mending torn gear, their voices kept low as if the night might listen.Damian stood a few paces away, speaking with Riven about tomorrow’s route. His voice was a deep murmur, a sound Mia had grown used to finding in the background, steady and grounding. But tonight, she couldn’t focus on his words.Her gaze kept drifting to the pendant hidden beneath her shirt. It had been silent for days, its strange pulses and surges gone. Yet now, sitting here with the fire crackling and the forest breathing slowly, she could feel it again—a faint hum. Not threatening, not urgent. Just… present, like a whisper from a forgotten dream.She told herself it