Semua Bab The Healer's Bond : Bab 151 - Bab 160

Steve had no desire to visit the Sterling Creek cemetery. It was the last place he had ever thought he was going to visit.The Council Elders all took protection from Emma and reluctantly thanked her. Emma understood that they still saw her as an outsider."Do not take it off under any circumstances," She warned."How long would it keep them away?" The woman asked."As long as it is with you," Emma said."I think that you should all prepare for a funeral," Steve said. "Losing two council elders in one day is very informative.""And it will be even more difficult to elect new ones because Hawke and Minerva were almost irreplaceable," The Council woman lamented sadly.Steve was not really bothered by the whole political bullshit with the Council. His new priority was finding who was summoning ghost werewolves to kill him.He knew that he was going die one day but going by the hands of the dead was not the way that he wanted to go.Together with Emma and Marcus, Steve drove to the perman

"you are not going to invite me him?" Sophia asked with a cold smile."Why the fuck are you here?" Steve demanded in a low voice."At least offer me a drink," Sophia replied. "We used to be friends, Steve.""Sophia, do not underestimate my patience. The only reason I have not reached into your chest to pull out your fucking heart is because you are the only person alive that know where Mason is. Do not tempt me." Steve said with a growl.Sophia's smile slowly disappeared and a her cold natural expression took over."You are not among friends, Sophia," Steve said.Emma silently watched from some feet away. Even from where she stood, she could feel Steve's rage."State your reasons for being here or get back in your car and drive back to wherever you came from," Steve said."So, it is true," Sophia said as she looked around her. "You somehow managed to to keep your pack safe from the Virus.""I care about my people, I can not say the same a good you," Steve replied.Sophia did not bothe

Steve was learning a lot of things from Emma the more time he spent with her. The healer was showing him another part of life that he had always ignored.He was still reeling from when Emma told him about his father. It scared him to known that his father's spirit was still around. It made him feel uneasy that his past would forever hang around him.He and Emma were in the kitchen and on the phone with her mother on a video call."What is a revenger?" Steve asked Emma's mother."They control the spirits of the dead," Priscilla answered."So, what of necromancers?" Steve inquired."Those ones actually raise dead bodies by forcing their souls back their corpses, and they differ from revengers," Priscilla answered."So, Necromancers control the bodies and Revengers control the spirits," Steve stated."Correct," Priscilla said. "However, you must know that revengers do not just use any spirit."Steve frowned. He could feel himself not liking the next body of information."I hate magic,"

Steve silently followed Emma as she trailed the lingering residue of dark magic that belonged to the Revenger. There was a thickness in the air, like it had been burned and stained by the presence of something unnatural. The deeper they ventured into the ancient forest, the quieter everything became—as if nature itself was holding its breath.Was it a coincidence that their path had led them here? To this cursed stretch of woods, a place where even the bravest warriors of Sterling Creek dared not linger? If it wasn’t a coincidence, then fate had played a cruel joke on them both.Emma paused, eyes half-closed as she opened her senses, tuning herself into the frequency of the forest. The wind whispered to her in rustling leaves and the distant groans of wood under strain.“The forest is wounded by this dark magic,” she said softly, her voice trembling with reverence and anger. “If I don’t heal it, the magic will kill the soil. Nothing will grow here. Nothing will live.”Steve’s brow fur

The moment the vines began to crawl from the earth, I felt it—an ancient pulse beneath my feet, like the forest itself had stirred from a deep, mournful sleep. It was awake. It had chosen a side. And for once, it was on ours. I staggered slightly, drained from the words I'd spoken, but I held my ground. My voice had trembled with power I didn’t fully understand, yet the dead had listened. Hundreds of undead werewolves, twisted and rotting with hatred in their eyes, now stood frozen, silent, as though waiting for something. Waiting for me. Steve looked at me like I was a stranger, like I’d sprouted horns or wings or both. He stood a few feet away, panting, bloodied from his wild swings. But alive. "What... the hell... was that?" he asked, breath ragged. "I don’t know," I whispered. But that was a lie. Deep down, I did. Grimkeeper had called me daughter—and I hadn’t even argued. Maybe becau