Semua Bab The Healer's Bond : Bab 191 - Bab 195

The wind howled like a wounded beast outside the armored car, carrying with it the rancid stench of decay and blood. Emma sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her fingers clenched tightly on the reinforced dashboard. The landscape they drove through looked nothing like the world she remembered. Trees had withered into blackened husks, their bark cracked open like infected wounds. Roads that once connected towns and cities now splintered under the weight of nature's revenge and man's failure.Steve drove in silence, his jaw tight, eyes scanning every twisted figure they passed. Marcus was behind the wheel before, but had moved to the back to keep watch with Long, whose sharp eyes missed nothing even in the blur of motion.Their destination was Seattle. Their mission: rescue Sarah Myers. And their enemy? A world that had gone mad with infection and cruelty.The virus had spread faster than anyone could have predicted. Emma had heard the whispers back in Sterling Creek, the broken reports

The coordinates scribbled in Mason’s shaky handwriting burned in Emma’s memory as the armored car rumbled through the ruined world. Trees once full of life stood now as blackened husks, and the sky above had taken on a grim hue, as if mourning the death of nature itself.Marcus gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white as the vehicle bulldozed through the ever-thickening horde of infected. The armored car was modified for defense, but the sheer number of abominations they encountered strained its limits. Each impact made the frame shudder. Mangled werewolves slammed against the reinforced glass, screeching and gnashing as their deformed claws scraped at the metal.Sarah sat in the back beside Emma, her eyes wide, hands clenched around a stun-gun she barely knew how to use. Emma placed a calming hand on her shoulder, though she herself was anything but calm. “Just a bit further,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.Steve sat silently by the side door, his brows

The morning light seeped slowly through the misty canopy of the Vale of Thorns. Dew clung to the leaves like tear drops, and the smell of charred ash still lingered in the air—a solemn reminder that the nightmare had ended only hours ago.Emma sat alone at the edge of the clearing, her arms wrapped around her knees. She hadn’t slept. Her body was exhausted, her bones aching, but her mind wouldn’t stop racing.Sophia was dead. The virus had lost its queen. And the serum Mason Laurent created—his final act of penance—had brought about the fall of the monster he helped create. But the world beyond the forest still lay in ruins.She could still hear the sounds from the night before. The crackle of fire devouring Sophia’s mutated corpse. The guttural sobs Sarah had tried to hide in her sleeping bag. The way Steve had clenched his jaw as they piled rocks over the ashes like a grave.But it was done. It was over.Almost.“Couldn’t sleep?” Steve’s voice drifted to her softly from behind.Emma