All Chapters of THE PROMISED SAVIOUR : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The battered fighters of the Werewolf alliance retreated under the pall of dusk, their limbs heavy with loss and the ache of a failed assault. Lunarville—the de facto warfront for the allied clans—buzzed with alarm as messengers raced across the corridors and lamps flared to life. The scent of scorched trees and spilled blood clung to the wind, a grim reminder of the brutality that had just unfolded beyond the forest edge.The courtyard of Lunarville filled quickly. Five Alphas, their forms tense and grim, gathered in a loose circle beneath the watchful eye of the waning sun. Each stood flanked by his Chief Warden, their armor marred with dirt and gore, their faces pale with disbelief. There had been hope that the combined might of their warriors would crush the invaders—but the outcome had been anything but victorious.“What the hell just happened out there?” Alpha Hijar growled, his voice a sharp bark that cut through the murmuring crowd. His amber eyes gleamed with frustration, the

The name Lylah fell like a thunderclap in the war room.It hung there—fragile yet deafening—wrapping the walls in a suffocating silence. Thane's jaw clenched. The room seemed to tilt slightly in his vision as the name reverberated in his chest like a blow. Across from him, Cormac straightened slowly, his eyes narrowing, a low tremble beginning in his hands.“You mean to tell me…” Cormac’s voice was low, dangerous, like the crackle of a flame before the blaze. “That after what you did to her, you didn’t even try to find her? That you put her in such a disgraceful condition and just moved on like it never happened? You let her fall straight into the hands of humans?”Thane’s head whipped around. “You think I didn’t try?” His voice rose, trembling with restrained fury. “Yes—I failed her, I know that. I accept my part in what happened. But don’t you dare stand there pretending like you were the noble one in all this.”Cormac’s eyes flared. Thane continued, his voice sharp now. “You banish

Thane stood rooted to the spot, breath shallow and uneven, as Kael's words struck him like a blade through the gut.The scum of a man.He faltered, his heart thudding, lips parting to speak—but nothing came out at first. His mouth was dry. His voice caught in his throat like a sob unshed.“I… I never meant to abandon your mother,” Thane finally said, his voice hoarse, cracking at the edges. “You have to believe me. It wasn’t like that. Things… things were more complicated than you could ever imagine.”Kael scoffed, the sound bitter and razor-sharp. His face, pale under the moonlight, twisted with disdain.“Complicated?” he repeated. “That’s your excuse?”“I didn’t even know,” Thane continued desperately, taking a slow step forward. “I didn’t know she had been banished from Ravenhurst. Not until it was too late. When I found out, I tore through New York looking for her. I searched for months, Kael. I was ready to beg her to come back. I was ready to give everything.”“And yet here we a

The darkness pressed heavily on Kael’s tent. Its fabric rustled faintly in the night breeze, casting elongated shadows that danced with every flicker of the torch just outside. He sat still on his cot, but his mind refused to settle. Angela’s words still echoed in his head like an unwelcome refrain: “Are you sure you’ll survive it? Do you even know where your mother is?”Justine’s face—so familiar, so resolute—kept flashing before him, interchanging with distant childhood memories of Lylah’s smile. He hadn’t thought of his mother for a while now. He’d assumed she was safe in New York, far removed from all this. But why would Angela say it like that? What did she know?He stood, then sat, then stood again. The walls of the tent seemed to close in with every breath. His thoughts coiled tighter around the knot in his chest. He walked in circles, palms pressed together, his jaw clenched. The cot’s sheets were kicked halfway off, a testament to his unease. When he finally collapsed back on

The tent had grown still again, the air thick with things unsaid. Kael’s question lingered like smoke, curling through every ear and eye in the room: Where is my mother, Justine?Justine turned toward him slowly. His eyes, usually polished and unreadable, were now flat—hard, cold chips of stone. He held Kael’s gaze with the authority of a commander and the scorn of a disappointed father.“Why are you interrogating me?” His voice was clipped, the calm edge of someone reining in rising irritation. “You’re interfering in matters you don’t understand, questioning things that aren’t under your authority. I said I want that prisoner out of my sight.”He motioned briefly toward Thane, who was still kneeling, restrained, blood drying on his skin, a ghost of a sneer hovering on his mouth.Kael didn’t blink. His voice remained steady. “I just want to know about my mother.”The moment sharpened. The air itself felt tight. Everyone watched now—not just with curiosity, but with the hesitant stilln