Semua Bab Bound By Fate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Steven's POVA sudden knock at the door instinctively made me step back, and I immediately released Luna. I turned towards the entrance as Liam walked in, his expression serious yet composed. "Everyone is ready, Alpha," he briefed me solemnly. "The whole pack is waiting right in front of the mansion." He stood tall, with a sense of resolve."I'll be there," I said with a nod, and without another word, he was gone.I took a deep breath, willing the weight in my chest to lighten. The Hunt was a big night for all of us, much more than a simple tradition. It was one way to reconnect with our wolves-to remind ourselves what we were made of. But with the Demon Wolf lurking around, this wasn't about tradition anymore; this was about survival."Shall we go?" I asked Luna, looking at her. She nodded without the slightest hesitation, her eyes brimming with silent determination.We came out the mansion shoulder-to-shoulder, stepping outside down the hall and into the night where the entire p

Freya's POVA slow, taunting smirk stretched across Maya's lips as she rose from the ground, dusting herself off with deliberation. She rolled her shoulders, testing the soreness from my last attack, but something in the gleam of her eyes told me she wasn't done. Not even close."You've gotten stronger," she said, cocking her head to one side, an edge of amusement dancing in her voice, but beneath it, something else entirely-unsettled. I didn't move a step. My stance was firm and unyielding. I could feel the burn of battle in my limbs, the coursing of adrenaline running through my veins. But I refused to show any signs of weakness. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction."And you," I said-my voice cool but lacerating-"have weakened." A small smile pulled the corner of my lips, needling her in return for all the times she so frequently goaded me.Maya's smirk never wavered, but for one fraction of a second. Then she laughed softly. "Or maybe," she said, her voice slipping to a deadly wh

Ashley's POVThe night outside was still, that kind of stillness that felt unnatural, almost as if the universe itself was holding its breath. Inside the cottage, however, a storm raged-a storm of truth, of revelations that shattered everything I thought I knew.Mabel sat opposite me, her face barely illuminated by the flickering light of the lantern on the table. There was a sadness in her eyes, a weight in her voice that twisted my stomach. "There are many supernatural beings in this world," she started off with measured tones, but with quiet intensity, as if to drive home its point. "But among them, werewolves were the first true predators to come out into the spotlight. They were unbeatable in strength, strangely frightening with their speed, and almost invincible due to a potent natural healing factor. When they came upon humans, it wouldn't take long before they saw us as prey, something weaker, and therefore something to dominate. And that is exactly what they did. For decades

Ashley's POVFreya had shut herself in one of the tiny rooms in the cottage, sealing herself away from the world. I had knocked gently first, trying to get her to respond, but all I received in return was silence. I could make out the soft sounds of her breathing, ragged and trembling, as if she was trying to keep herself from falling apart. I yearned to console her, to say she was not alone in this, but I was smarter than to try to get her to talk before she was willing. Some injuries were not of the flesh; they ran deeper, to the soul itself. I moved away from the door with a soft sigh, leaving her to her sorrow. I knew it too well. I had lost so much in such a short space of time, and I had known what it was to want the world to go away, at least for a little. But I could not think about that now. Someone else needed me.I went into the other room where Steven was lying sleeping-or was meant to be sleeping.But the instant I entered, I found him trying to rise, his face contorted i

Ashley's POVThe walls of the cottage closed in around me, the weight of it all pressing down on my chest. My palms were damp, my breath ragged, and no matter how hard I tried to calm down, I couldn't.I paced back and forth, my feet ringing out in frustration and worry. The wooden floor groaned underfoot, but I barely noticed. I was too busy thinking—thinking that wouldn't quiet, thinking that harassed me with relentless persistence.Everything was happening too fast.Too much all at once. Too much that I wasn't ready for.A father I thought was dead was suddenly alive. I found out—just last night—I was a witch. Liam, someone I had once considered family, had changed sides. Freja was dead. The pack was lost.And then there was Steven.Steven, who had left without a word. Steven, who was injured and unhealed. Steven, who hadn't given me the chance to stop him.The thought of him out there, alone, without backup, was an ache in my chest I couldn't even begin to describe. My chest tight