Semua Bab Whispers of Frost and Fire: Bab 61 - Bab 70

POV: RhettI woke before dawn, a hum of unease crawling beneath my skin. It wasn’t the usual stress of leadership or the weight of politics pressing down on me. No, this was different. This was dread.I didn’t even make it to the war room before Brandon intercepted me in the hallway. His face was pale, his jaw clenched.“It’s Jonas,” he said.Jonas, the emissary from Crescent Ridge. Sharp. Steady. Loyal to the cause, if not to me.“Where?”“Behind the barracks. You’ll want to see this.”We moved through the thick morning mist in silence. The compound was quiet, save for the distant cry of a crow. One for death. Two for trouble. I remembered my grandmother saying that once.Jonas lay in the clearing, and one look told me everything.Not just murder. Ritual.His chest had been carved open with sickening precision. Symbols burned into his flesh pulsed faintly—demonic, like the ones Aurelia had described. There was no blood. No sign of a struggle. As if he’d gone willingly.Or been taken i

The demon's grip tightened. The pressure was excruciating. I could not move, and I could not fill my lungs with air anymore.My ribs cracked, at least one of them did. I couldn't scream. Couldn’t move. The heat scorched through me, blistering my skin. I was suffocating, burning, and breaking.This is it, I thought.This is how I die.But just as the world began to fade into nothingnessI heard her.A voice. Fierce. Wild. Mine but not mine.“You will not kill us.”A sharp pain tore through my chest, not from the demon, but from within. It was like lightning cracked open my soul. My head snapped back, eyes wide, and my whole body exploded with a blinding white light.The demon howled.Frost spread across its hand and arm. The cold energized me; it was me as another surge came through my body.All the frustration, the weakness, the fear, it all exploded and dissipated in an explosion. As the demon’s hand shattered into a million pieces. It roared in agony. I fell hard onto the stone ste

Jerry’s POVI woke up at 4 a.m. The sky outside was still dark and quiet. My body moved through its routine without thought—wake up, hit the gym, spar with one of the warriors. Then breakfast. Then the office. I had to process payroll before the banks opened. Running a pack isn’t for the faint of heart.My lovely mate was still sleeping. She enjoys her mornings slow, and I’m okay with that. Jeremy, on the other hand, was also asleep, and that I wasn’t okay with. He should be up with me, getting his discipline set. Instead, he was still floating in the honeymoon phase with his new mate.A gamma is not a bad match for an alpha. But he gave up a beta-blooded female with high priestess potential. Fated mate or not, he made a political mistake. That kind of bond could have brought strength to the pack—especially with these demon attacks getting worse.My own fated mate died in a rogue attack before we had a chance to mate. I chose another, Jeremy’s mother. Chosen mates are just as good, s

Aurelia’s POVLight. Bright, blinding light.I blinked once. Twice. A million times.It took me a while to adjust to my surroundings. The hum of machines. Distant voices. A window overlooking a beautiful stretch of forest. I was in the pack’s hospital.“We don’t need a hospital. We can heal ourselves. We were just sleeping it off.”Wait—who was that? “Are you serious? Alba, hello?!”My wolf. My wolf!“Yes, you do. And you’re lucky, human, to be soul-bound with me.”“Alba! How are we even talking? Do I just... think at you?”“Yes. Like we’re doing now.”I felt sore. “How long have we been in this bed?”“A couple of days, I think.”This wasn’t the first time I’d overslept something major.“Your body’s adjusting. A new wolf, me, and a strong one at that. Beautiful, too. Plus, your goddess-given power.”“Hold up. How do you know you’re powerful and beautiful? And... power?”“I can feel it. And yes, your magic. But first, let’s go for a run.”“Let me get up first, then we’ll see about

Aurelia’s POVEvening brought our usual routine: dinner, cards, then stargazing on the porch with warm tea. It was comforting and predictable. Mom, Brandon, and I had settled into it like clockwork. Alpha Rhett used to join us often, especially after night training, but ever since Ares came to visit, his appearances had slowed.Tonight, the chair he usually took remained empty.And I felt it.“Cards?” Brandon offered, shuffling the deck.“I’ll skip tonight,” I said, rising too quickly. My skin itched with something I couldn’t name—anxious energy that refused to settle. There was a hollowness in my chest, and at the same time, a strange pulling sensation, like something—or someone—was missing.Alba, what is this?I don’t know, she answered softly. But I feel it too. A restlessness. Like our soul is searching for something it already knows.That night, I tossed and turned, lost in icy dreams—blizzards roaring through endless mountains, frost curling across stone like veins, a deep hum