Semua Bab Bound with Shadows : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Naomi’s POVThe night did not come softly.Even with Layla breathing evenly from the couch and the comfort of my family’s laughter still echoing faintly in my chest, sleep didn't feel like sleep. It felt like falling—not into darkness, but into light.A piercing white light.And then, suddenly, I was somewhere else.I stood barefoot on marble, cold against my skin. I was in a vast corridor of ivory and alabaster. The walls shimmered like moonstone, casting reflections that danced even though no flame burned. Everything around me pulsed with power—like the air had secrets etched into it, secrets too old and too sacred for human tongues to name.And then I saw her.The White Lady.Again.She stood at the far end of the hall, back turned, robes like smoke trailing around her, whispering against the marble. Her silver hair flowed in waves down her back, and her hands, clasped behind her, radiated a light that didn't cast a shadow.But this time, she wasn’t alone.I was beside her.No—I wa

Layla’s POVI had always loved hospitals for one reason only...leaving them. I hated hospitals like I hated when lions chased me. W—before you judge me, I'm a wolf, okay, and sometimes I like to go and unwind in the jungle, way far away from the pack and I might, or might not have pissed a whole pride of them off once.In my defense, they were lounging and hanging on my favourite baobab fruit tree and I might or might not have thrown a huge stone at them. Then I got them mad and the whole pride, the mom, the cubs, the dad and its people had chased me down. I wouldn't lie, I was so scared that day.But today, the sterile walls didn’t bother me. Not when I was on my way to see Naomi. I had heard that she had lost her mind at Redwood...from Logan to Elias one day after I had wanted to go submit a report at the Alpha’s office. I was so mad. I didn’t know what she went through, and i didn't want to know, as long as she wasn't ready to talk about it. After everything, she was finally heali

Naomi's POV"Naomi! Naomi!" The door burst open like the beginning of a horror movie, and there came Layla, wild-eyed and panting like she'd just sprinted through a field of ravenous coyotes.I screamed. Because, obviously."What? What? What?!" I yelped, yanking the blanket up to my chest like it was armor. My heart went full-on drumline.Layla skidded to a halt, her hair frizzed from the wind or a panic sprint. Possibly both. Her eyes were wide, glittering with frantic energy."Are you okay?! Are you hurt? Did someone come in here?!"I stared. "Dude. What are you even talking about? I was literally just contemplating if I should risk the hospital pudding again.""I got a call!" she blurted out. "A weird call. Voice all deep and weird like some budget James Bond villain. He said I had to get here. Urgently."That made Logan tense.He was standing beside my bed, casually until that moment. But at Layla's words, his brows furrowed like a cloud front rolling in, and his arms folded tight

Marcus’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.Not because I wasn’t tired. God knew I was, but because I couldn’t stop watching the screen. I couldn’t stop watching my tiny little mouse on the screen.The small monitor on my desk blinked with black and white feed from the corner camera inside Naomi’s hospital room. She had insisted on keeping the lights off after Layla had left. It seemed they had a harmless argument on which position the switch could be, on or off. They finally settled for off. My girl, Naomi would always win. Would do anything to have her way. It was dark in there, but I made damn sure the surveillance could work even if there was total darkness. Such a fucking genius I was.She was curled up in the bed, her back to the wall, arms wrapped around herself like she was holding her own broken pieces together.She’d been through too much. More than anyone should. And though she smiled for Layla, and joked and laughed, I saw it—the way her smile dropped the moment she thought no

Layla’s POVI never liked quiet mornings.They made me think too much.So I filled mine with noise. Music. Makeup tutorials. The buzz of my blow dryer. The sound of high heels clacking on my bedroom tiles. I was halfway through curling my hair when Jay called to ask if I’d seen his leather jacket. Again.“No, genius,” I said, pinning the phone between my ear and shoulder. “Try under the couch. Or, I don’t know, your floor? Where clothes go to die?”He laughed. “Thanks, sis. Love you.”“Mm-hmm.”I hung up, smirking to myself, and turned my attention back to the mirror. The reflection staring back was... polished. Flawless, even. Makeup was my armor. My mouth might’ve been sharp, but this? This was my battlefield prep. Hair like molten gold. Winged eyeliner precise enough to cut a man. Lip gloss? Deadly.Still, I frowned.There was a hollowness in my chest. A weird kind of ache I couldn’t brush away with blush or bronzer. Naomi’s attack had shaken me more than I let on. She was strong,