Semua Bab The Lone Wolf: Bab 91 - Bab 100

CHAPTER 91A Century AgoThe sky, still dark and bruised purple, split open in shades of iron and rust, light bleeding across the horizon in slow, heavy bands. In the war camp, movement began before sunrise, quiet at first then growing into a rhythm of war. Weapons were being checked, armor strapped tight, battle sigils painted across skin and steel. Marcus was surrounded by duty, comrades, and noise, yet haunted by silence. On the outside, he was a man preparing for battle while waging a quiet devastating war within. Marcus sat on a wooden bench near the edge of camp, sharpening his blade by rote. The steel made no sound as he repeated the process mechanically. He wasn’t even pressing hard enough.His fingers trembled, so he focused on the movement, dragging the whetstone down, breathing, dragging again, and then breathing, all in a bid not to think. But the memory refused to stay buried. He had sold his people out to the Vrykolakas. He had told them all their battle strategies; t

CHAPTER 93A Century AgoAaron carved his way through the battlefield with his claws. Every step he took ended the life of a foe and brought him closer to Mavira, the Vrykolakas king. The leader of the blood suckers, the heart of evil and corruption, the rot behind the throne. He sustained numerous injuries and his body screamed with torn muscles and broken ribs, but he didn’t stop.He couldn’t.Not with his mate, Irene fighting behind him.Not with the rage burning in his heart and his people watching. Not with the weight of centuries pressing on his spine. He leapt over a burning barricade and slammed his shoulder into a shrieking creature, cracking its jaw with his elbow before driving his claws into its heart. Another came, he cleaved it in two with a single stroke. The circle continued over and over again. The king stood just beyond the carnage, calm and monstrous. His eyes were deep, hollow, and expressionless as though he were merely a spectator and not part of the battle un

CHAPTER 95A Century AgoIrene’s mouth opened, no scream, just breath, a gasp.Aaron was still running but he was too far away. The king whispered something as the light swallowed him.Only Irene was close enough to hear him.Then he crumbled to ash. And Irene….….. dropped to her knees.Blood blooming across her armor like a flower.Aaron caught her before she hit the ground.He dropped to his knees, arms around her, pulling her into his lap, her blood soaking his hands, his face, his soul, and what was left of his broken heart. He held her with his hands soaked in her blood.“Irene—no—no, please—stay with me, please—“Her lips moved.He leaned in closer.She whispered, “You lived. That's enough.”“No,” he said. “No, no, no, stay with me.”She smiled faintly. “I did it,” she whispered.She reached up, fingers weak, trembling, and touched his face one last time. Her palm smeared blood across his cheek. A mark of love and goodbye.“I… love… youu,” she gasped with her dying breath,

CHAPTER 97~Years After The War~Marcia sat there, bleeding, and breathing hard. His wolf healing had already kicked in but she gave him a deep cut so it took longer to heal. He didn’t call the sentries to chase her down, ask for help, or even activate the lockdown. He just stared at the empty hallway. And for the first time in years, he felt afraid. Not of her but of what she meant. The experiment worked too well. She wasn’t a mistake. She was an evolution and he had lost control of her. She was no longer his. She could easily sabotage his plans and years of hard work.He whispered her name, the one she remembered. “Elise.”And for the first time, he didn’t feel like a god or a builder.He felt like a man who cracked open a cage and released a new species. His mind was preoccupied with thoughts of how to tame this new species. With that thought in mind, he decided to track Elise. There was no way he would let his subject roam the lands freely and ruin his decades of hard work. T

CHAPTER 99~Present Time~Ophelia clutched her chest as gut-wrenching pain assaulted her on all sides. Her screams pierced the silence of the otherwise still and quiet night. The echoes reverberated off the walls of the hall they were in. One moment, she was sitting with Richard and Leon. They were trying to contact Aaron, and when they failed, they attempted to contact Marcus, but it was equally futile. They were all hoping for the best and that Aaron had not done anything stupid in a bid to find his mate. Then, the next, she was on her knees, clutching her chest, gasping as if she had forgotten how to breathe.However, that was a problem. There was nothing wrong with her, at least not physically. She had come out of the battle in the south unscathed. They were in Leon’s safe house, trying to get Ethan treated, and then they would proceed north to regroup with the others after they rested. They just needed to assure Aaron that Ophelia was fine. At least that was the plan, but now, Op