All Chapters of Save Me, Claim Me: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Tessa POVThe world was unraveling.Magic crackled through the air, sharp as lightning, thick as blood. My breath came fast as I forced my feet to move, heart hammering, body burning with the pull of something ancient clawing to the surface.Around me, the ridge exploded into motion. Wolves shifted mid-run. Arrows loosed. Cries of rage and pain tangled with the battle drums of feet pounding earth. The tear in the sky pulsed again - a gaping wound, bleeding horrors.The warlock stood at its heart. He didn’t move. Didn’t need to. With every beat, his corruption spread like smoke, sinking into the ground, into them.The creatures behind him weren’t natural. Some moved like wolves, others like broken men. Bone grew where no bone should. Their eyes glowed silver - not the light of the moon, but the dead light of stolen magic. That was something new.I ran toward the ridge, Sable snarling just beneath my skin. My hands glowed faintly, sparks licking my fingertips.“Let me in,” she growled.

Tessa POVThe first thing I noticed was the weight.Not pain, exactly - though that came next. But a heaviness, like the earth had risen up to lie across my chest and refused to let go. I couldn’t breathe properly. Couldn’t move. My body was heat and ache and cold all at once.The second thing I noticed was him.Dorian’s hand in mine.His scent threaded through the smoke and healing herbs that clung to the canvas walls. Firewood. Blood. Storms held at bay. And something softer now - worry. Guilt. But also relief. My fingers curled around his slowly, my bones sluggish to respond. I felt like I’d been pulled from the heart of the sun.When I opened my eyes, light bled in gently from the side of the tent, filtered through cloth and dust. Every sound was sharper - the murmured instructions of healers, the soft clink of metal on porcelain, the uneven breathing of wounded warriors nearby.I turned my head just enough to see him.Dorian sat beside me, hunched, one hand bruised and bloodied

Dorian POVOne by one, they bent the knee. All of them. The sound of it was not loud - no thunder, no chanting - but it filled the air more powerfully than any war horn. Boots on dry grass. Armor creaking. The quiet sigh of surrender that was not weakness, but respect.Tessa didn’t move.She didn’t bask in it. Didn’t smile. She simply stood, her chin high, eyes level with the horizon, as if daring the next wave of horror to come at her - and welcoming it. And maybe that’s what made them drop faster.Because fear couldn’t hold power like that. But reverence? Reverence could move armies.I glanced at Rylan. His face was still, unreadable. But his eyes gleamed. Galen had dropped first among the warriors behind us - sword driven into the dirt before him, head bowed.Even the Highland Alpha - who would’ve rather bled than knelt - stayed on one knee now, jaw clenched, a man who’d once ruled through strength alone forced to recognize something greater.And then we heard footsteps. Measured.

Tessa POVThe tent was quiet, lit only by the flicker of a single low-burning lantern. The noise of camp - warriors sharpening blades, murmured strategy, distant wolves - faded as the flap closed behind me.Dorian stood near the washbasin, armor off, shirt loose, sleeves rolled up, hands still damp. He looked over his shoulder when I entered, and the air shifted.Not with magic. With us.His eyes tracked every step I made as I crossed to him. Not possessive. Just present. Like I was the only thing anchoring him to this moment in a world teetering on chaos.“You’re tense,” I said softly.He gave a dry laugh. “The woman I love is about to walk into the mouth of a prophecy and tempt fate by name. I’d call that tension justified.”I stepped in front of him, placing a hand on his chest. His heartbeat thudded under my palm, steady but hard.“I’m still here,” I whispered. “With you.”His hand came up, fingers tangling in my hair. “And I’m afraid I won’t be enough to keep you here.”I leaned

Tessa POVThe air thickened with every step forward.It clung to my skin like damp silk, cool and heavy. The trees grew stranger here - trunks twisting in impossible spirals, bark blackened and veined with glowing blue cracks that pulsed like veins. No birds. No insects. Just silence, so complete it made the crunch of hooves on frostbitten leaves sound obscene.We were no longer on a road. We were inside something.The forest had teeth. I could feel it watching us.Rylan shifted in his saddle, mouth tight. “If anything moves that isn’t us, I’m stabbing first and asking questions in the afterlife.”“Fine,” I said. “Just don’t stab the Seer.”“That depends. Does she do the creepy prophecy voice thing?”Galen didn’t answer. His sword was already drawn, resting across his lap like an extension of his spine. The five warriors behind us rode in silence, but I could sense their tension building with each stride. One whispered a prayer under his breath - to the Moon Goddess, or to anything th