บททั้งหมดของ The Blood Bound Legacy: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Their breath was warm, feeding the air with blood and magic. Behind us was the sanctuary, an ancient monument to the power I was only beginning to comprehend. But the evening was charged with danger — David’s pack was close. I could sense them, their presence nagging at the back of my mind, their hunger curling in the air.Maxwell stood next to me, his body stiff, his breathing calm. He was ready for battle. We both were.My father stepped out from the shadows, his face stone. “They’ll be here soon.”I nodded, flexing my fingers. Power throbbed inside my skin, but it was no longer magic—it was something deeper, something primal. I had been spending my life repressing what I was. That was over.Maxwell exhaled slowly. “Lena, before this starts—”I looked back at him, hearing the hesitance in his voice. “What?”His jaw tensed. “You don’t need to do this by yourself.”I shook my head. “I do. You know I do.”“You think this is only about power?” His voice was sharp, but there was more—a t

The silence hung between us, thick and stifling. Elias waited patiently as if he already knew how I would respond. As if he thought I should fall in line, that I would embrace the mantle of power the Council had so graciously put at my feet.But I wasn’t the girl they imagined. Not anymore.I crossed my arms and kept my face neutral. “You want me to lead? Lead what, exactly?”Elias smiled, but there was a calculating look in his eyes. “A new order, Miss Weber. The world is changing. Supernatural forces are growing bolder, more reckless. With the Blackwoods now gone, there is a vacuum. The Council believes that you hold the balance.”Maxwell scoffed beside me. “Balance? You mean control.”Elias fixed his piercing stare on him. “Control is balance. Would you prefer chaos?”My fingers dug into my arms. “Why me? You have your own enforcers. You have your rules and your traditions. Why come to me now?”Elias’s smile finally disappeared, and when he spoke again, his voice was smooth yet fir

I heard my heart pounding inside my ears as I sat in the sterile, icy room, the walls closing in around me. Every breath I took felt heavier than the last, and my chest constricted under the weight of what I’d just consented to. The Council had witnessed my determination, and now was the time for no turning back.Maxwell had been unusually quiet since leaving their headquarters, lost in thoughts far away, no doubt fighting his internal battle between wanting to support me and the gut-curling fear of what we were about to encounter.I watched him from the corner of my eye while we sat in my family’s estate, the quiet between us heavy. The soft crackle of the fireplace was the only noise in the room, yet it did nothing to soothe the tempest within me.“You’re not saying anything,” I said, my voice breaking the tension.Maxwell didn’t look at me. Instead, he gazed into the flames, his face carved in sharp, unyielding shadows.“I don’t gotta say anything, Lena. He sounded flat, lacking em

And yet, the file was heavy in my hands, even being nothing but paper. My fingers hovered above the photograph of Jameson Calloway, the weight of my choice sitting on my chest like a rock.“You’re hesitating.” Elias’ voice was smooth but had an undercoating of sharpness to it. He knew what he was doing, exactly.I raised my eyes to his and maintained an impassive expression. “I didn’t know the Council killed its own.”Elias brought his hands together on the table, tilting his head some. “Jameson is not one of our own anymore. He betrayed us.”I choked on my own bitterness rising in my throat. “How?”Silence stretched between us. Elias didn’t respond immediately, and that told me all I needed to know. This had nothing to do with Jameson being a threat. This was about control. About me.“You want me to do this without knowing the whole story?” I asked, my voice steady.Elias offered a smile, but it was a cold one. “I expect you to trust us.”Maxwell scoffed beside me. “That’s not how tr

The burden of my deception rested heavy in my breast, against my ribs like iron. Perhaps it was because I had walked away from the Council’s headquarters alive, but the truth was watching me everywhere, plowing its way towards its moment to unravel.Maxwell’s words reverberated in my brain. You’re not going to be able to run from this forever.He was right. But I wasn’t running. Not yet.What game was I playing where the only way to win was to last long enough to change the rules.The car ride back to the estate was quiet. Maxwell squatted in the passenger seat, arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tight that I feared he would shatter his teeth. He hadn’t said a word since we’d left the Council, and I didn’t know if that was because he’d been furious with me or afraid about what lay ahead.Eventually, I realized I could no longer bear the quiet.“Say it.”Maxwell didn’t move.“Max,” I pushed. “Just say what’s on your mind.”His voice was low, his fingers tightening against his biceps. “Y