บททั้งหมดของ Nemesis Of The Lycan Triplets: บทที่ 341 - บทที่ 350

Silence stretched again in Makeh's hut, thick and uneasy. The fire crackled softly behind her, light dancing across the walls, catching on strange symbols etched into the old stone. Darius sat stiffly on one of the chairs, posture too formal for a place that smelled of herbs and simmering broth. But he was the one who finally broke the quiet."The ones outside," he said slowly, nodding toward the entrance. "The small ones. Who—or what—are they?"Ah. The quafars.Makeh glanced toward the entrance as if she could see through the walls. Her lips curved into something not quite a smile."I told Sage this once," she said. "But perhaps it's time someone else knew."At least she deigned to call me Sage. Maybe not to ruffle my feathers any more than was necessary?She rose and stirred the pot with a long wooden ladle, movements steady and slow, like she wasn't about to unravel some secret. And why was she stirring the pot? It was just soup that was there! But then, one can never know with M

SAGEVisions?The word sat wrong in my chest. Like a lie dressed in something holy. If what I had seen were visions, then death had a cruel sense of narrative.Because the only time the world had ever opened itself to me like that—the only time reality bent and peeled back its skin—was when I was dying, or felt depressed enough.I laced my fingers together. Visions… No. I had struggled. I had fought my way back from the edge with teeth and instinct and something deeply unnatural screaming inside my ribs.Blood had been the first thing. Always. The thirst. Not gentle. Not poetic. It tore at me, burned me from the inside out until there was nothing but hunger and the certainty that if I did not feed, I would become something far worse than dead.And the dead…I swallowed. They had swarmed me in those moments between breathing and nothingness. Hands dragging. Voices whispering through my bones. Eyes that watched me with the accusation of things I did not remember doing.I had fought them

I wasn't listening to Darius.I could hear him—his voice flowing beside me as we cut through the brush, his words rising and falling like an annoying chant—but I wasn't absorbing any of it. My mind was far ahead of my body, racing down a darker corridor entirely. I stepped over roots, brushed aside hanging vines, and let my limbs move on instinct alone.He was scolding me. Again."…Makeh could have told us more if you had just stayed," he was saying, his boots crunching against leaves as he tried to keep up with my long strides. "You storming out like that accomplished nothing, cara. We should have pressed her harder… asked the right questions. There are things she was holding back and you know it—"I tuned him out deliberately.The forest shifted around us, alive in that heavy silent way only ancient places could manage. My senses were open and alert, stretched tight across the gloom like fine threads of wire. Every insect click, every dead leaf crushed underfoot, every distant trem

No one should have been in my quarters at this hour. The whole floor was silent–the kind of deep, controlled quiet that came only after every guard changed post and every unnecessary torch was extinguished.So when I heard a voice behind me, low and too damn casual, the muscles in my shoulders tightened before I even turned."Where are you going?"Noah stood in the doorway, arms folded, posture relaxed in that way that always hid calculation. The lantern behind him cast a thin rim of gold around his silhouette, making him look like a judgment sitting there with arms crossed.I exhaled through my nose. "For a walk."His brows rose. "In the middle of the night?""I needed air." I adjusted my cloak. "What are you doing in my quarters?"He shrugged like it was nothing. "Door was open.""That doesn't answer the question." My voice came out harder than I intended.He tilted his head, studying me with irritating amusement. "You didn't answer mine either."I moved past him, brushing the edge

SAGEThe night pressed close, quiet in that eerie, fragile way only fear can create. People had turned in early again. They hadn't left their lives to chance, or information, which was accurate really—vampires couldn't come in unless invited.Even with the magic dome holding strong over this part of the lycans' region, the air throbbed with the kind of silence that comes from shared dread. Doors bolted. Curtains drawn. Fires put out early. The vampires had made sure the entire kingdom slept like prey. Had made sure that rumors of their prowess had gone ahead of them. It was all according to the plan. Make the kingdom quake in its boots, to the point of surrender, if push came to shove.A kingdom, about to be destroyed…And here I was, strolling beside its king.Adam walked at my left, hands in his pockets, boots crunching over the stone path, maintaining the same silence. His energy brushed against mine, calm and restless all at once—like steady water trembling under a storm's appr