Semua Bab Rejected Me Once, Never Fool Me Twice: Bab 121 - Bab 130

That night, I barely sleep.The Oracle's words echo through my head like a haunting melody—one that won’t let go no matter how hard I try to shut it out."There is a greater danger that awaits you, my daughter—the promise of the Moon Goddess..."I toss and turn, tangled in my sheets, my heart pounding as another nightmare takes hold.I’m running again. Through the woods. Barefoot. Breathless. I can feel the cold mud between my toes, the sting of branches scraping my skin. But it isn’t the forest that scares me. It’s what’s chasing me.That wolf.Big. Gray. Silent as death.Its fur is streaked with lightning-like patterns, almost glowing under the moonlight. Its eyes are silver-gray, cold and unreadable—but there's something… familiar about them. Like I’ve seen them before.I sprint faster, but no matter how hard I try, I can’t outrun him. He’s always there—just behind me. I can feel his breath on my neck. His growl deep in my bones.Then he pounces.I jolt awake with a scream stuck in

I crouch low behind the thick line of trees bordering the Crescent Moon Pack’s training grounds, blending into the earth and shadows like I was born here.The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves, throwing patterns across my skin, but I don’t flinch or shift. Years of being a rogue taught me how to stay invisible.I’d been out here since dawn. Watching. Waiting.Scouting.Just like I told the old men at the council tent I would.Basec and Ares are a few miles off, covering the south ridge like we planned. But me? I picked this spot. Not by accident.Something about this part of the territory…It felt electric. Like the air hummed with something I couldn’t explain.And when I saw her walk onto the field…Yeah.That explained it.There she was.The icy-haired girl.The hybrid.The one whose blue-purple eyes haunted me every time I closed mine.I watched from the cover of trees as she stood in the center of the training grounds, hands outstretched, face focused but slightly frus

By the time we all sat around the dining table, the sun had fully set.The house smelled like roasted chicken, garlic potatoes, and Mom’s homemade bread—the kind she only makes when we have guests she actually likes.Casma sat on one end of the table beside Mom, her dark brown skin glowing under the kitchen lights, her silver-blonde hair braided back neatly. She laughed as Aria gave her a play-by-play recap of every single thing she and Asher had done that week—including the prank they pulled on Louis that nearly broke the ceiling fan.Ruine sat across from Dad, a little slouched, looking like he belonged in a leather war council rather than at our dining table with floral placemats. His gold eyes skimmed the room lazily, but I knew better. He was taking in everything. Every word. Every shift in body language.Louis sat beside me, shoveling food into his mouth like the world might end tomorrow. Casey—his mate—perched quietly at his side, picking at her plate and keeping her head down

WinterI jolted awake.Heart pounding. Skin clammy.It wasn’t a dream this time. No lightning, no howling, no shadows chasing me through the woods.Just this… deep, bone-deep dread I couldn’t shake.I stumbled out of bed, throwing on a hoodie over my tank top and slipping into sweatpants. My bare feet slapped against the cold wooden floor as I rushed downstairs.Mom and Dad were in the kitchen, talking in hushed voices. Louis was at the back door, checking the locks, and Asher and Aria were already arguing over breakfast like it was any normal day.But it wasn’t.I could feel it in my blood.“Mom, Dad,” I said, louder than I meant to. Everyone froze and looked at me.Dad’s brow furrowed. “What is it?”I swallowed hard, trying to find the words that didn’t sound insane.“There’s something coming. I don’t know when. I don’t know how many. But something’s coming for us. I feel it.”Mom exchanged a look with Dad—quiet but sharp. That silent language they always spoke when things were bad.

Winter’s POVI knelt beside my father, my chest heaving, hands trembling as I pressed them against the open wound across his side. His dark fur was slick with blood, his breathing shallow but steady. My heart twisted painfully in my chest. I could barely hear anything beyond the roar of my pulse in my ears and the distant clash of teeth and claws.But the moment of quiet was ripped away when a dark shape burst through the smoke and chaos.Tyron.His massive gray wolf form launched straight toward me like a streak of lightning, eyes burning, teeth bared in a snarl. His paws barely touched the ground as he closed the distance between us.I barely had time to think.Instinct took over.I threw my palm out, power bursting from my chest, wild and violent. A shockwave of raw energy slammed into him mid-air, throwing him backward into the charred earth. Dust and rocks exploded around his crashing form.But I wasn’t relieved. Not for a second.Because as I lifted my head, I saw the chaos unfo