Semua Bab Bound to the Alpha’s will: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Katrina's POVShaun's breathing was shallow and his body was lifeless in my arms. The soil was stained by the pooling blood beneath him.I held his face while my heart raced. "Please stay with me!" Fear tightened my throat, and I cracked my voice.A faint smile tugged at his lips as his eyelids fluttered. "You saved both."My vision was obscured by tears. Naturally, I did. I'll always go for both.However, I was losing him.I pivoted, lifting my son into my embrace. His tiny body shook as he held on to me. His voice was no more than a whisper, "Mommy."I kissed him on the forehead. "Don't worry, sweetie. I've got you.However, it wasn't acceptable.Shaun was dying.The surrounding battleground faded into the distance. The screams of the injured, the growls of Lycans, and the clang of swords all subsided.Panic gripped me as I applied pressure to Shaun's wound. "No, no, no. Avoid doing this. Stay with me.I was unable to let him go. Not in this manner. Not right now.Mi

Katrina’s POVThe smell of blood, smoke, and death was carried by the wind as it howled across the battlefield. There was still one battle left in the war, which was almost over.Lucy.Her sharp red eyes gleamed in the moonlight as she stood across from me. Her body had been twisted into something hideous by her transformation into a Lycan. Hatred creased her once-beautiful face, and a sly smile bared her sharp fangs.She circled me like a predator and spat, "Katrina, you should have died long ago." "But I'll see to it that it takes place tonight."I gripped my claws tighter, breathing steadily in spite of the fire burning inside of me.I said, "No, Lucy," in a chilly tone. "This is over tonight."She laughed ruthlessly. "Are you certain you can murder me? following all that I've endured? after everything I've turned into? She threw her arms wide, her enormous Lycan form emanating raw power. “I am stronger than ever. I have nothing left to lose.”“That’s where you’re wrong,

Katrina’s POVIt was a restless night. I was unable to fall asleep even after our war meeting was over and we had put plans into action.Everything weighed heavily on me: the prophecy, Thomas's escape, and the uncertain future.I watched the flames flicker feebly against the darkness while I sat by a campfire's dwindling embers. I couldn't bring myself to close my eyes, even if the soldiers around me were at last sleeping.Beside me, Shaun sat with a firm and steady presence. Although he hadn't spoken anything in a long time, I could tell that his thoughts were as troubled as mine.I broke the stillness at last."When we had the opportunity, we ought to have killed him."Shaun rubbed the back of his neck and let out a breath. "Yes."He didn't say anything else.Just one word, but it included all of our shared regret and annoyance.I searched his face as I gazed at him. "Do you believe he is observing us?"Shaun's mouth clenched. "I'd wager it."I felt a chill go down my back.Th

Katrina’s POVI was looking at the silver-eyed man in the woodland one second. The world disappeared the next. Suffocating cold air, as thick as smoke, enveloped my body. I was unable to see or move. Then the blackness dissipated as abruptly as it had appeared. The light came back, and I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribs. Shaun was already on the move, looking around the trees with his sword drawn. Mira was breathing heavily as she stood next to him, blade in hand. The odd man had vanished. Once more, the woodland was quiet. However, something had changed. It sent a chill through me. Although I had no idea what had just transpired, I was aware that this was a warning. And my son was involved in some way. After that, we didn't communicate much. We were on edge from the experience. As we rode, each of us deep in contemplation, the silence followed. By evening, we had arrived at our camp. The warriors were huddled around the campfire, whispering to one other. All ey

Katrina's POVIt was chilly outside. It smelled like blood, smoke, and something else, something sinister. Even though the Shadow Cult had disbanded, I could still hear what they had said. "We have come for the child." "He is meant to be ours." "You cannot fight fate." I tried to get rid of the cold in my bones by putting my arms about myself. However, I wasn't shaky because of the cold. Fear was the cause. Not for me. For him. For my son. There was silence in the camp. Too quiet. I sensed it in the air, in the tentative, apprehensive movements of my troops. For years, they had fought with me, through death and blood. However, now... They were scared now. Not the enemy's. Not during the conflict. But of what my son could grow up to be. I could see it in their eyes as they observed him. They thought I couldn't hear them, but I could hear it in their murmurs. "What if the cult is right?" "What if he is dangerous?" "What if Katrina is making a mistake?" My chest