All Chapters of Eclipsed Wolves: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The wind died when they crested the final ridge. It was as if the world had gone mute—no birdsong, no rustling branches, no distant howls. Only the sound of boots on stone and the quiet, heavy rhythm of breath. Selene stepped forward slowly, her green eyes wide, her pulse thrumming through her fingertips. The forest had vanished behind them, replaced by jagged cliffs and open sky. And there, embedded into the mountainside like a secret too dangerous to speak of— Stood the hall. It was just as she had seen it in her vision. Massive and ancient, with towering archways and black stone columns that twisted like branches frozen in time. Carvings ran along the sides of the structure—symbols that hummed faintly in Selene’s bones, like an echo from another life. She knew this place. Nova was silent inside her mind, reverent. Theoden moved up beside her, his brows furrowed. “This is it,” he said quietly. Atlas didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. His presence was tense, focused, like a p

They stood at the mouth of the great hall, their hands entwined, their eyes on the stone arch that framed the door. Theoden reached for his fire first, calling it to his palms with ease. Selene followed, her golden light curling around her fingers like smoke. Together, they tried to cast a shield over the hall—soft at first, then firm. But the moment it touched the air around the doorway, the shield bent and broke apart like it had slammed into a wall. The power behind the door rejected them—not violently, but with undeniable force. Selene stumbled back, her breath catching. “It won’t let us protect it,” she said softly. Theoden’s brows furrowed. “Then we shield the people.” They turned together, pushing their energy outward toward the scouts and warriors lining the perimeter. But again, the magic slid off them, unwilling to stick. Like the air was coated in something slick and ancient and watching. Selene let out a frustrated breath and pressed her palm to her chest. “I’ve been

“Watch out!” Selene barely had time to dodge. A rogue lunged at her from the right—jaws wide, eyes feral—but Theoden was already there, fire lashing from his hand in a controlled arc. It caught the rogue midair, burning him to ash before he hit the ground. “Two more incoming!” Theoden shouted. Selene pivoted, golden light already pulsing at her fingertips. She sent a wave of power crashing into the approaching wolves, flinging them backward like broken dolls. The ground was slick now. Mud and blood mixed beneath her boots. War was no longer a word. It was a smell. A sound. A rhythm in her bones. “Fall back!” Luka’s voice roared through the smoke. “Darius, come on!” The two warriors appeared out of the chaos, bloodied but still fighting, retreating toward Selene and Theoden’s position. Luka skidded to a halt beside her, panting, blood dripping from a gash above his eye. “We can’t hold the line.” Darius crashed in a second later, barely on his feet. “This is insane! They just

The battlefield was glowing. Golden light and blazing fire twisted through the smoke, dancing across the scarred earth like twin storms. Nova and Atlas moved as if they had always existed separate from their hosts, as if their power had always belonged to this plane. They were magnificent—unstoppable. One, a shimmering beacon of celestial light, the other a relentless inferno tearing through darkness. Selene and Theoden stood at the center of it all, the door looming behind them. A structure ancient beyond measure. Carved from obsidian stone, humming with quiet power. And standing before them—Aylexelen. His silver eyes shone with amusement. And beneath it, something else. Hunger. He raised a hand, and the corrupted creatures that slithered and crawled behind him surged forward. But they didn’t reach Selene or Theoden. Atlas shot through the front line, a living flame ripping into the monstrous shapes, burning them into nothing. Nova followed a second later, glowing so brightl

Theoden sat beneath the silver light of twilight, his back resting against the base of a cracked pillar. Smoke still curled through the trees from what was left of the battlefield, and the earth beneath him was scorched, still warm to the touch. But the worst of the fire had passed. The world was still standing. He was still breathing. He closed his eyes, inhaling slowly as he pressed a hand over his chest, where the embers of Atlas’s flame had entered him. The skin there still burned faintly—not in pain, but with something deeper. Something sacred. “You should be resting.” Atlas’s voice drifted into his mind again. Still present. Still alive. Theoden smiled faintly. “I am.” “No, you’re brooding.” A breath of laughter escaped him, but it came out soft. Fragile. “Maybe.” A long silence passed between them. “You weren’t supposed to come back,” Theoden said finally. Atlas’s voice was steady, almost too calm. “Neither were you.” Theoden let his head fall back against the ston