Semua Bab Realm of Power: Werewolf vs Vampire : Bab 141 - Bab 149

Julianna POVWe weren’t walking so much as being maneuvered.Cassian had one firm hand wrapped around Scott’s upper arm, not quite restraining him but not trusting him either. The man walked half a step ahead, broad shoulders rigid, blade strapped across his back catching the late afternoon light. The little girl clung to Seraphine’s free hand, stealing glances back at us every few steps—wide-eyed, curious, yet not afraid. Seraphine stayed close—too close—on Scott’s other side, like she expected him to vanish again if she blinked.I trailed slightly behind them, steadying myself. The nosebleed had slowed thanks to pressure, but my head still felt packed with cotton and thunder.I could feel the tension rolling off Scott in waves—every muscle coiled, every breath shallow. Every time Seraphine spoke to Cassian or answered the little girl’s quiet questions, his fingers tightened around my arm. Not enough

Scott POVIf someone had told me the most dangerous thing in this village wasn’t Revenants or ancient artifacts, but dinner—I might have laughed.Seraphine burned the porridge.Not metaphorically. Literally.The pot sat in the hearth, blackened on one side, smoke curling lazily upward as she poked at it with a wooden spoon like it had personally offended her.“It’s fine,” she insisted.Cassian stared at the ruined pot. “It’s charcoal.”“It’s crispy.”Liora leaned over the table, nose wrinkling. “I’m not eating this.”Julianna covered her mouth, fa

Julianna POVThe morning before the festival felt like the village had woken up smiling. Sunlight poured through the open windows of the house, turning dust motes into tiny sparks. Liora ran circles around the kitchen table, waving a string of paper lanterns she’d helped fold the night before. “Mira! Mira! Look! They glow when you hang them high enough!”I laughed and caught her as she spun too fast. “They’re beautiful. You’re going to make the whole square shine.”Seraphine stood at the counter, arms crossed, pretending she wasn’t watching us. “They’re crooked,” she muttered.“They’re perfect,” I said, setting Liora down. “You’re just jealous you didn’t make them.”She rolled her eyes but the corner of her mouth twitched. Progress.Scott appeared in the doorway, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair still damp from washing. He carried a

Scott POVThe square was already a graveyard of shattered lanterns and smoldering tables when Seraphine finally moved.She stayed on her knees for one endless second—staring at Cassian’s body like if she looked long enough he might breathe again. Then something inside her snapped. Smoke still curled from scorched stone. The crowd had backed away, far away, like instinct knew better than to stay near a Primarch when the silence came before the storm.The ground beneath her cracked.Not a clean split. A jagged spiderweb of fractures raced outward, stone grinding like teeth. The air turned hot and cold at once—steam rising from the earth while frost crawled up the nearest bench. Her mana surged—wild, uncontainable. A low moan escaped her throat and became a shout.Wind exploded from her in every direction.It hit like a hammer. Villagers screamed as they were flung backward. Tables overturned. Lanterns shattered

Julianna POVWe left the burial ground before the last mourners had even turned away.The hill felt colder than it should have, the wind carrying the smell of fresh-turned earth and pine. Scott’s face was hard, eyes locked on the path leading down to the elder hall. He hadn’t spoken much since the guards took Seraphine, just one sentence, low and certain, like he was trying to convince himself as much as me.“We’re not waiting for them to decide her fate.”I didn’t argue. The guilt still sat heavy in my chest, sharp as broken glass. One second. I had held Liora’s hand for one second before I let go to help an old woman who’d fallen. One second. If I hadn’t, Cassian wouldn’t have had to run. He’d still be here, teasing Seraphine, ruffling Liora’s hair, alive. But the timeline had its own rules. Changing it could erase Scott’s entire childhood, erase him. So I’d stood by while a man died to save a child.And I hated myself for it.We went straight to Thorne.He was alone in the yard beh