All Chapters of Save Me, Claim Me: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Tessa POVThe makeshift interrogation tent was set apart from the others, its canvas walls sagging under the weight of rain that had started hours ago. The storm matched the heaviness in my chest as I approached, flanked by Dorian, Rylan, Marcus, and Kira. Two of Marcus’s warriors stood guard at the entrance, their eyes flicking to me and then away, respectful but wary. They had heard what was found. What was coming.Inside, the air was thick with damp earth, sweat, and fear.The Council scientist sat chained to a steel chair bolted to the floor, his head drooped, oily hair plastered to his forehead. Thin and pale, he looked nothing like the monsters his work had created - but I knew better than to be fooled by appearances.Dorian’s presence behind me pulsed like a shield. I could feel his wolf pacing beneath his skin, ready, watchful. Marcus stood like stone at my side, his face unreadable, but his power heavy in the air. Kira and Rylan hovered near the tent’s edges, silent sentine

Dorian POVThe tent was quiet, the heavy canvas walls muffling the distant sounds of the camp as it settled into uneasy sleep. The glow of the lantern cast long, flickering shadows, painting the edges of our private space in gold and amber.Tessa stood by the small table, tracing her fingers absentmindedly along the edge of a rolled map. Her eyes weren’t seeing it, though. She was somewhere far beyond the parchment - deep in the thoughts that weighed on us both.I closed the flap behind me and stepped closer, not needing to announce my presence. She always felt me before I arrived - the bond humming like a second heartbeat between us.“We’ve started something tonight,” she whispered again, as if continuing the words she'd spoken at the cliff edge only moments before. Her voice was softer now, rawer, stripped of the battle mask she wore for the others. “There’s no turning back.”I came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, resting my chin against her shoulder. The scent of

Tessa POVThe sun blazed in a cloudless sky, harsh and unrelenting, casting sharp shadows across the encampment as the final preparations were made. The usual hum of morning birds was absent, as though even nature understood the blood that would soon stain the soil.Dorian called out, his voice rising like thunder across the sunlit field. “When the signal sounds, we move. No mercy. No retreat.”The camp broke into motion like a living thing. Armor was fastened. Blades were checked and sharpened one final time. Warriors whispered brief prayers. Some knelt in the dirt for a moment’s silence; others paced, shaking out their limbs, teeth gritted in silent rage.I felt him before I saw him. Dorian’s presence always wrapped around me like a second skin.His hand slid to my waist as I turned. For a moment, we stood beneath the weight of the day - the calm before the storm.“Are you ready, my Luna?” His voice was low, intimate, only for me.The sun gilded his dark hair, caught the glint in hi

Dorian POVThe night was thick with tension. Even the air felt heavier, as though the world itself was holding its breath.Our tent stood near the edge of camp, away from the endless murmur of warriors and strategy, giving us rare privacy before the storm we were about to unleash. The plan was in motion. Rumors would begin to spread by dawn. The trap was already baited. And yet, as I stood in the dim glow of lantern light, all I could focus on was her.Tessa.She sat near the low table, the golden firelight brushing against her skin, turning her hair into molten silk. The thin linen shirt she wore clung softly to her curves, loose enough to hint at bare skin beneath, but modest in a way that only made my hunger sharper. She was studying a map, tracing her fingers slowly across the lines of the territories, her brow furrowed in focus, her lips slightly parted.Her power radiated even when she was still. A quiet storm. And it called to something primal inside me."She is no longer simpl

Dorian POVThe wind shifted.It was subtle - just a whisper through the trees, but my wolf snapped to attention. Tessa stilled beside me, her eyes narrowing, every line of her body sharpening into readiness.“What is it?” she asked softly.“I don’t know.” I scanned the horizon again. The camp below remained steady, disciplined. No signs of panic. No breach. And yet... Something was wrong.Before I could answer, Rylan came running up the ridge, breath tight, eyes flaring. Blood on his collar was fresh.“Scouts,” he said. “Three more were spotted to the west. Ashmoon took down one. Two got away. That makes four runners now.”I frowned. “We only released two.”He nodded grimly. “Which means they sent more than we thought. They're testing us.”Tessa let out a breath, low and dangerous. “And now they know we’re organized. United.”“Worse,” I said, looking at the horizon darkening even in the lightening sky, “they’ll assume we’re planning to strike.”Kira joined us next, two Ashmoon scouts