Semua Bab The Lone Wolf: Bab 101 - Bab 110

CHAPTER 102Ophelia stood in the garden behind the fortress. It had a beautiful ambiance, and on any other normal day, she would have been inclined to explore. She would have loved to do this with Aaron. Every time she closed her eyes, she expected to see him. To feel his presence. But now, all that remained was emptiness.The words of her uncle Nick echoed in her mind. The night she found out, she hadn’t shifted. “Cry all you need to tonight because tomorrow and every other day, you have to be brave.” That night, she had cried and had been putting on a brave front since, but that whole facade was crumbling. The mask she had been wearing for the longest time had fractured.Maybe if Nick were here, he would have already uttered some words of wisdom, but now, she was all alone, and she felt so lost. She had run out of tears and didn’t know how to grieve anymore. She was becoming a shadow of her former self. She knew she was supposed to be brave and do better, try to keep her emotions in

CHAPTER 104Richard arrived under the cover of snowfall. The long march north and the side quest had done nothing to quiet the questions clawing at his mind. If anything, they had increased.Arriving at the north, he expected to see wolves grieving and training, but the air tasted off. Yes, the people wore long faces, but it was almost as if something was missing. An absence of some sort. The kind that didn’t settle in your bones, but shivered just under the skin, as if something unnatural had passed through and hadn’t quite left.Marcus was the first to greet him when he got to the gates.Shadows cast on the man’s face by his cloak, and his aura felt heavier and oppressive. Still, his voice and posture were unmistakable. He looked different yet the same. His eyes, which were once filled with warmth, were now lifeless and cold. There was a chilly aura surrounding him, and Richard couldn’t help scrutinizing him a little longer. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but Marcus seemed

CHAPTER 106The snowfall came fast that night, thick and unrelenting, cloaking the northern hills in a soft white that masked the scent of death.It began with a sound —a low, guttural howl that rose from the tree line beyond the outer walls. The sentries tensed with their weapons in hand, but by the time they caught the scent of iron and rot, it was too late.The first half-blood leapt over the battlements like a shadow. It was an impressive feat.Its eyes burned red, jaw unhinged in a snarl too wide for anything natural. Its limbs were long and twisted, fur matted with dried blood. More followed from behind, wave after wave, flooding into the compound from all sides.The alarm bells rang.Steel clashed. Screams cut through the blizzard.Richard was already moving, sword in hand, his wolf senses guiding him through the chaos. He met the first half-blood near the west watchtower and cleaved it cleanly through the chest, silver blade hissing as it cut through cursed flesh.More poured

CHAPTER 108The northern winds howled like restless spirits, tearing through the dead trees that lined the frostbitten path. Snow spiraled around Ophelia’s figure as she stepped into the clearing-a hollow stretch of land just beneath the old ridge, where the silence rang louder than any scream.The air grew colder the farther she traveled.What began as morning mist had thickened into a pale frost, clinging to her boots, creeping along her skin despite the layers of clothing. The trees here were thin and silver-barked, and the forest floor was unnaturally quiet.Too quiet.No birds. No scent of prey. No wind.Ophelia’s wolf stirred uneasily within her.She knew this place. Something about it scratched the edges of her memory, like an echo of another life. Snippets of memories flashed through her eyes as she closed her eyes to steady her breath. It was the battle, her death, Irene’s death.Her fingers tightened around the hilt of the dagger she had taken before leaving the West, a sile

CHAPTER 110“What?!” Scarlet screamed, completely taken aback by Ophelia’s words. “You almost died. If I hadn’t gotten here when I did, I would be holding your decapitated head, and you think it prudent to go to the castle, where he currently resides. Have you gone mad?”Mad was an understatement. Scarlet stared at Ophelia as though she had grown two heads.“Are you perhaps suffering from a concussion?” Scarlet asked again.Ophelia sighed in frustration. “I’m serious. I have to get to the castle, and fast.”Scarlet sighed. “Why?”“The relic,” she sighed. “I kept the other part you asked me to keep safe in the castle. I have to retrieve it before Marcus finds it.”“Going to the palace is too risky. He would have guards everywhere, and he would finish what he started. I can’t teleport into the palace because wards have been raised, and they are stronger than the ones placed here, and I didn’t even break this; I just created a space large enough for me to squeeze through. And I’m sure th