Semua Bab Rise Of The Golden Wolf : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The fireplace crackled, and its orange glow cast jagged shadows on the walls, but it did little to help the chill that was sitting on her chest. Lucia is standing in the center of Dylan’s dimly lit liar, unspoken words and unmet expectations have made the air tense. Dylan is sitting in a carved chair, his eyes dark and guarded, a stark contrast to the man she loves.“Dylan,” she says, her voice low and steady, with a touch of desperation hidden beneath the surface, “we need to talk,”He doesn’t shift, and neither does he blink. A muscle twitched in his jaw, betraying the fight behind his composed mask. “I’m listening,” he says, his voice rough, clearly not pleased to see me. Lucia steps forward, the weight of the night pressing on her, urging her to confront Dylan. “I’m the one that has always been here, Dylan. From the moment Phoenix was banished to now, I’ve always been by your side. I’ve proven myself time and again.”Dylan’s eyes flicker to her for a fleeting moment before drif

Scents of roasted meat and toasted bread fill the air, mixed with the subtle tang of pine from the forest outside. The dining hall shines brightly as fire crackles in the hearth, casting flickering light across the majestic space. Moonstone pack had begun to settle back into their daily routine after the harrowing experience with the council of elders. Talon had managed to hold his anger in check for days, but it was growing more difficult with each passing moment. The peace they’ve been fighting hard to reclaim feels fragile, a thin layer of glass ready to shatter at any misstep. The buzz of recognition Phoenix is beginning to attract is both a gift and a burden. Packs from across Shadowpine have been sending messages of admiration and requests for the audience, all eager to see the fabled golden wolf, to experience the power they had only heard about in stories. Talon knew the power she wields is unmatched, a gift from the Moon Goddess herself, but with it comes danger. He had see

TALONTalon is standing in his chambers, fastening the leather straps of his armor with deliberate precision. The thought of going to Silvercrest Pack with Phoenix made his jaw tighten. For Phoenix, this journey will be a confrontation with her past, one riddled with betrayal and pain. For him, it is a challenge to ensure she comes out unscathed, physically and emotionally. As her mage, be can't let her face this alone, not with the bind they now shared.Phoenix enters the room quietly, her golden eyes catching the light as she observes him. Her expression was calm, but he could sense the storm of emotions beneath the surface and the subtle communication of feelings between their wolf. The bond makes it impossible for her to hide her turmoil from him, just as it makes it impossible for him to deny the pull to be by her side.“You're ready?” she asks, her voice steady but soft.Talon nods, moving towards her. “More importantly, are you ready?”Phoenix hesitates for a moment, then gives

As shocked as I am to see Dylan, I am particularly irritated. He is becoming a pest, first the ambush, now this. ”Dylan, what are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice sharper than intended.He approached with a casual arrogance that made my skin crawl. His hazel eyes scan me, and a smirk tugs at his lips. “Phoenix. It’s been a while.”“Not long enough,” I muttered, crossing my arms.“Oh…I heard the rumors,” he says, his tone smug. “About the attack on your pack and your Dad. I just thought you’d need some help, especially now.” “Cut to the chase, Dylan. Why are you here?”He sighs dramatically as if my impatience amuses him. “I came to see for myself. To see you and to say I’m sorry.”I blink, caught off guard. “Sorry?”“I’m sorry for what I did, for everything that transpired between us. For not trusting you. For letting you be cast out like that. I was wrong Phoenix, and I want to make it right. Especially now that Silvercrest needs assistance, we could continue from where we stop

Phoenix sits by her father’s bedside, her heart racing with anticipation. For days, I’ve prayed and hoped that he would wake up, that he would return to her side and be the guiding force he had always been. The uncertainty that has plagued me since his injury weighs heavily on me, but now, finally, the wait is over. Roland, the Alpha of Silvercrest, my father, has regained consciousness.She looks at his face, pale and bruised from the attack, but there’s a glimmer of recognition in his eyes. I couldn’t help but smile, relief flooding my chest. It feels as though the burden I had carried for so long has been lifted, even if only a little.“Father,” I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. “You’re awake. I knew you could do it.”His eyes flutter as he struggles to sit up, his movements slow and pained. He winced but managed a small, tired smile. “Phoenix…” His voice is raspy and weak, but the familiarity of hearing it fills me with warmth. “My daughter. I…I’m so sorry.”The words, thoug