Semua Bab ELDER'S BLOOD : Bab 111 - Bab 118

Elena point of view.There was no real choice.Zach stood across from me, fury radiating off him in sharp, tangible waves. His jaw was tight, teeth clenched as if he were trying to grind the anger into silence, knuckles white at his sides. He stared at the blood still glistening on the floor, at the place where his Alpha had fallen, and I could see the storm waging behind his eyes—rage, grief, disbelief. For a heartbeat, I feared he would lash out at me.I didn’t speak. I simply met his gaze. Silence can be a weapon if you wield it long enough, and I needed every second of it now.Seconds stretched. His breathing hitched, harsh and uneven, the kind that comes when you’re trying to fight against something you know you cannot. He paced a step, then froze, running a hand through his hair as though trying to scratch the thought of obedience from his mind. I watched every muscle in his body, waiting for him to explode, for everything to unravel.Finally, he exhaled sharply, a sound that se

Elena point of view.Everything happened so fast that my body barely had time to register it. One moment, we were standing amid chaos, the air thick with tension and the weight of what had been done. The next, I was breathing again—really breathing. Alive. Vanda was alive. Our pack was alive.But Alpha Water’s pack wasn’t.The land itself seemed to mourn. Wolves moved like shadows of themselves, thin, tired, beaten down by years of neglect and cruelty. Their homes were empty, their eyes wary and distrustful. I felt a pang of guilt and responsibility. We hadn’t just ended a life; we had inherited a mess—a pack left in ruins by a ruler who had no care for his people.We acted quickly. There was no time for hesitation. An agreement was signed before sunset. Zach would rule Alpha Water’s pack in name, but he would answer directly to Vanda. The decision was made for the sake of the pack, not for honor, not for titles.Then came the storerooms. Even Zach had never seen them—vaults hidden be

Vanda point of view.The clean land lay silent when I arrived, untouched by pack borders or Elder Blood claims. That was why I chose it. No territory advantage, no reinforcements, no witnesses—just truth, claws, and whoever walked away alive.I stayed unhealed on purpose. The poison still coursed through my veins, thick and biting, dulling my reflexes and blurring my vision. My wolf hated it, pacing beneath my skin, slamming against my bones, growling in frustration. He wanted to surge forward, tear them apart with pure instinct, but I held him back. Weakness was bait. An Alpha who looked broken was an Alpha they would rush—arrogance blinded, and I planned to use it.I sat on the fallen stone at the center of the clearing, shoulders slumped, breathing ragged and uneven, letting the lie settle. Every movement, every shallow inhale, was calculated. The forest around me waited in quiet anticipation.They came exactly as I expected.Barsek arrived first, his boots crunching over dry leave

Elena point tof view.“Both of you—stop it. Stop it right now.”My voice rang across the courtyard, cutting through the echo of laughter as my twins darted in circles, chasing each other with reckless joy. The wind carried their giggles, bright and pure, and for a moment, I forgot the scars of the past—the battles, the betrayals, the blood that had stained so many hands. A girl and a boy, my children, running free under the pale silver light of the moon. My daughter, Munera, moved with a calm elegance, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of moonlight. My son, Moon, was strong, steady, and handsome, carrying the quiet confidence of someone who had been born to command.Their names were more than names. Munera and Moon. They carried the weight of history, the legacy of our bloodline, and the whispers of a prophecy that had once seemed like a distant dream. They bore the names of the Moon Goddess and of me—a gift and a responsibility intertwined. I had named them with love, yes, but also w