Semua Bab FATED TO HEAL: Bab 91 - Bab 100

I had long left the crescent claw pack and now I stood at the borders of the iron fang pack.The night air in the Iron Fang Pack territory hit me like a wave of cold steel, sharp and biting. The trees were tall and dense, their branches twisted into eerie shapes. The moon was a mere sliver in the sky, casting faint, spectral light across the darkened land. This pack was nothing like the others. There was a heavy stillness here, as if the forest itself was holding its breath, watching me.I had been traveling for days now, pushing myself beyond the limits of exhaustion. The encounters with the Shadow Pack and Crescent Claw Pack had drained me, both physically and mentally. But I couldn’t afford to stop. The fate of the alliances, and of the wolves, depended on my success here. I couldn’t fail.I had crossed the border into the Iron Fang Pack’s territory after hours of navigation through the wilds, and now, standing at the edge of a thick thicket, I could feel the gravity of the place s

The volcanic lands of the Emberfang Pack were as unforgiving as the rumors claimed. The ground was searing hot beneath my boots, and the air carried a metallic tang that clung to my throat. Smoke curled up from cracks in the earth, and the distant roar of molten lava echoed ominously.I had barely crossed the pack’s boundary when I was intercepted by a group of warriors. Their sudden appearance made my muscles tense. Unlike the guards of other packs, these wolves carried a commanding presence.“State your purpose, outsider,” one barked, stepping forward. His golden eyes narrowed, scanning me like prey.“I’m here to speak with your Alpha,” I replied evenly, refusing to be intimidated.“And why would Alpha Rylan grant an audience to someone uninvited?”Before I could respond, a young warrior sniffed the air and froze, his expression darkening. “She reeks of magic,” he muttered to his companion.Magic. Of course. My Null Wolf nature, though rare, radiated a unique aura. To someone attune

I walked into the grand hall, the echo of my footsteps bouncing off the towering marble walls. The air buzzed with a tension so thick it felt almost alive. Around the long, ornate table sat kings, alphas, and leaders from every corner of the lands I had visited. Their faces bore the weight of the decision we were about to make—a decision that could either unite us or spell our doom. Taking my seat at the head of the table, I felt the gravity of my position settle over me. This wasn’t just about leading; it was about ensuring survival. I exhaled slowly, allowing a moment of silence to gather everyone’s attention. “This war isn’t one we sought,” I began, my voice steady yet commanding. “But it is one we must win. Today, we finalize our strategy and set the course for victory.” I gestured for the maps to be unfurled. The intricate details of the enemy’s strongholds, their troop placements, and the surrounding terrain were laid bare before us. My finger traced the map as I spoke. “Our

After days of relentless marching, we arrived at the border of Damian’s territory. The dense forest seemed darker here, the trees more twisted and suffocating. Each breath felt heavier, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and something foul I couldn’t place. My heart pounded, though I kept my expression cold, my head held high. I couldn’t let the others see even a flicker of doubt.But when we broke through the tree line, I froze. Damian was already there.He stood at the head of his army, a wall of snarling wolves behind him. His presence was as commanding as ever, broad shoulders squared, his eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Beside him, his generals stood tense, their claws glinting in the faint light. Every one of them was poised to strike.For a brief moment, I questioned everything. How had he known we were coming? Had someone betrayed us? Or was Damian just that arrogant, so confident in his rule that he expected us to challenge him eventually? It didn’t matter now.I

I stood frozen, my knees weak and my heart pounding so hard I thought it would burst out of my chest. Tears blurred my vision as the weight of Damian’s words settled over me.“I can’t go against them,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. Even as I spoke, I hated myself for saying it.Damian’s sharp eyes locked onto mine, and his lips twisted into a cruel smile. He didn’t need to hear me—he had read my lips. That wicked grin of his made my stomach churn.He turned and strode toward my mother, who was bound and broken in those heavy chains. The sound of them scraping against the cold, hard ground sent shivers down my spine.“You give me no choice, Cathrine,” he said, his voice loud enough to cut through the silence.I wanted to scream, to fight, but my body refused to move. I could only stand there, trembling, as Damian grabbed my mother’s chin with his hand.“Out of my generosity,” he said with a mocking smile, “I’ll offer you one last chance to speak. Any final words?”My mother, he