Semua Bab ALPHA'S REGRET, QUEEN'S REVENGE: Bab 261 - Bab 265

KAEL The wind on the eastern peaks was biting today, slicing through the clouds with a precision I'd love to slice through to reach the turmoil threatening our world. I stood at the railing of the balcony, cloak flying behind me, the wind whispering its secrets against my skin as I called for Draco. Aurora walks in quietly. Her steps were always precise, always silent. But I'd know her anywhere even when she moved like shadow. "He told the truth, Kael," she stated, falling into step alongside me. I glanced at her "Noah, the new bear king?" She nodded. Her silver hair was braided with amethyst threads, and her eyes burned with the storms that danced upon the cliffs. "He came in peace and with a warning while trying to gain recognition or an alliance with the Queen."I tilted my head to one side. "Audacus came to him and not the other way around."Yes. Begging allegiance. Begging armies."And he rejected him."He laughed at him in his face, says Noah."I allowed the edge of my lip to ri

HAILEY I always knew the day would come when I'd have to let her go; still, no amount of prophecy or preparation readies a mother to say goodbye to her child, even if it was a child conceived via your seed without your knowledge. The sun had barely breached the horizon when I woke. The sky was soft and pale, a quiet blush before the burn of goodbye. I stood in the castle’s eastern garden, fingers buried in the hem of my robe, staring out over the mist-covered valley. I could feel her before I heard her footsteps. Akasha....I didn’t turn. Not yet. I needed a moment to breathe. My heart had been too full for days; I knew this day would come. And now it has. "Mother?" Her voice was soft behind me. I turned slowly. She looked radiant, hair swept back into golden braids, the ceremonial silks of the mating rite wrapped around her shoulders. The mark of her lineage burnt faintly on her collarbone. She looked both young and ancient, a young version of myself and a replica of Turte

MARISSA The wind was unusually cold. It whipped through the training fields like it had a cruel purpose, curling around my boots and tangling in Lyna's braids as she stood opposite me, stance poised, eyes focused. We'd been sparring all morning, or rather, she'd been sparring and I’d been trying not to laugh every time she slipped on the frosted grass. "Again," she growled, brushing snow off her elbow. "You sure? Your pride's already taken enough hits for the morning." "Shut up." I smirked and raised my blade again. We were about to lock again when a shadow passed too fast overhead. My wolf rose instantly, every hair on my body reacting. Lyna stilled. "You feel that?" I nodded slowly. "Something's wrong." We dropped our practice stances and sprinted. No more training. Just instinct. The castle wasn't far, but by the time we arrived at the edge of the southern garden, I could smell blood. "Alexia!" Lyna shouted. There, near the old archway, was chaos. Broken ston