Todos os capítulos de Elixir: Fated To The Three Alpha : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Elixir’s POVEwen didn’t wakeNot for hoursNot even as Soren poured runes into the air, his palms trembling from the strainNot as Lucian stalked the outer ring of camp, blade drawn, senses locked on anything that moved too quickly or too quietlyNot even when I whispered his name over and overBut the sigil on my wrist burned in slow, steady pulsesA heartbeat not my ownWe brought Ewen to the inner circle of the Accord Ring by duskIt was the only place strong enough to contain what he carriedNot because of physical barriersBecause of beliefEvery wolf in the alliance had stepped forward that morning—rogue, outcast, or alpha—to offer a piece of their will. Not allegiance, not faith. Just raw, unshaped trustAnd I wrapped it into a sealA ring of protection forged not in magicBut in unityNow, as I knelt beside Ewen’s unmoving body, I felt the weight of that trust sitting heavy on my spineHe was one of usAnd I wouldn’t lose him to a ghost of fire“Tell me how to pull her out,”

Elixir’s POVThe rogue who spoke in his voice didn’t wakeNot after the convulsions stopped, not after the light dimmed behind her eyes, not even after Soren burned half a dozen runes into the soil to break whatever tether remainedShe just breathed—shallow, slowLike something inside her still hadn’t decided if it was done using herI stood over her body with my hands clenched into fistsShe had only said three wordsWe are hereBut those words had undone something deep inside meBecause I knew now—Virex was no longer waiting behind the veilHe was walking the edges of this worldAnd he was doing it through usSoren sat with her the rest of the night, never blinking, lips murmuring old warding chants between each breathLucian stood watch over the Accord Ring, sword at his back, every muscle coiled with tension he didn’t speak aloudEwen disappeared before dawn, saying he needed to “track energy patterns near the grove’s western ridge,” but I knew betterHe needed spaceAnd so did I

Elixir’s POVThe silver bolt didn’t just split the skyIt opened something inside meNot with pain, but clarity—sharp, cold, and terrifyingKa’relithThe name pulsed through my blood like a second heartbeat, a word not meant for lips, yet shaped by mine without hesitationA second sigil now glowed just beneath my skin—one violet, one silverI could feel them circling each other like twin wolves that had never learned to trustFyrithanKa’relithFire and echoFuture and originAnd me—caught in the space betweenWe didn’t speak for hours after the sky shatteredThe alliance gathered in silence, eyes wide, watching the silver line burn faintly on the eastern horizon like a scar no wind could eraseLucian stood at my back, unmovingSoren paced a tight ring around the camp’s edge, rune-laced fingers trembling as they traced the energy that now coated the treesEwen sat cross-legged in the dirt, his blades sheathed for once, eyes closed like he was listening to something none of us could he

Elixir’s POVThe horn kept soundingLow and jagged, like it had been carved from bone instead of metalIt echoed across the hills beyond the Accord Ring, rattling the breath in my lungsI didn’t ask what it meantI knewVirex wasn’t hiding anymoreHe was callingAnd wolves were answeringI stood still at the edge of the ridge, my new mark burning cold down my spineLucian turned to me slowly, sword already in hand. “We don’t have time.”Ewen reached the crest a heartbeat later, his voice tight. “Two packs just vanished. Stormclaw scouts said their entire camps were empty. No signs of struggle.”Soren joined us, dragging breath between clenched teeth. “No bodies. No scent trails. Just… silence.”“That horn?” I asked.He nodded. “They’re being summoned.”“To where?”Ewen pointed to the horizon. “East. Toward the hollow lands beyond Frostroot.”A place even rogues didn’t ventureA place the veil thinned naturally, even before all of thisI felt the air around me crackle—not with flame or

Elixir’s POVThe veil didn’t just tear—it howledIt buckled with soundless rage, a fury that shook the bones of the earth and bent the trees at the edge of Redwood Grove until they splinteredVirex had stepped throughBut not aloneHis presence didn’t come like a god descending from the heavensIt spread like infectionLike a long-forgotten sickness remembering what flesh felt likeI stood in the heart of the broken altar, flame pulsing from the new sigil along my spineLucian at my leftSoren to my rightEwen just behind, eyes glowing like carved steelWe didn’t need wordsBecause this was no longer about prophecyThis was warAnd it had found usThe first wave hit before we even regroupedThe sky above Redwood Grove split, letting down a storm not of water, but of spiritsTwisted forms of wolves once fallen—echoes raised from old battlefields, wrapped in divine residue and something darkerScreaming, snarling, hollowI raised my hands and called fire, violet and silver igniting the