Semua Bab Alpha’s Claimed Mate.: Bab 141 - Bab 147

Pov: Asher. “Lupa, we don’t have time for this!” I snap, standing in the safehouse basement, fists clenched. Ember’s upstairs with the pups, guards on high alert after the fake breach. My comm’s silent, but the Order’s threat looms. Lupa faces me, her silver hair tied back, eyes sharp. “You’re a Skinwalker, Asher,” she says, voice firm. “You don’t master this, the Order’s hunters tear us apart. Focus.” “Focus how?” I growl, pacing. “I shift, I fight. What’s this energy crap?” She steps closer, grabbing my arm. “It’s not just shifting. Feel your blood, your spirit. You’ve sensed it—time slowing, senses sharpening. Tap into it.” I shake her off. “I don’t feel anything now!” “You will,” she says. “Close your eyes. Breathe. Picture the wolf inside, but deeper—past the claws, the fur. Find the spark.” I grit my teeth, shutting my eyes. “This is stupid.” “Do it!” she barks. “The Order’s coming. Rowan, Caelen—they’re counting on you.” I breathe deep, forcing my mind to qu

POV: Ember.I burst into the safehouse kitchen, my Moon Eyes vision still burning—my parents’ murder, no robbery but a hit. Asher’s at the table with Grandma, the glowing scroll between them. Lupa’s nearby, checking a tablet with security feeds. My hands shake, but my voice is steady. “My parents—Mark and Sarah—they were murdered in New York. It wasn’t random. They knew about the vault.”Asher’s head snaps up, eyes sharp. “What? How do you know?”“Vision,” I say, gripping my knife. “Moon Eyes showed me. Men in masks, asking about a key. They killed them, called it a robbery. But it was targeted.”Grandma leans forward, face grim. “Mark and Sarah… your folks were Raven’s Peak born, Ember. They left before you were born, said New York was safer.”“Safer?” I scoff, anger flaring. “They’re dead because of this place! What did they know?”Lupa sets the tablet down, voice low. “Your parents were keepers, Ember. Descendants of the first Nightshades who sealed the vault with Thane and Lucas.

POV: Grandma Nightshade I’m at the Moon Room’s crescent table, standing in for Asher as the Nightshade council convenes, the air thick with worry. The elders—five stern faces—stare me down, while wolves and humans from Raven’s Peak crowd the benches, muttering about Asher and Ember’s absence in New York. Rowan and Caelen are safe in the nursery with Lupa, but the pack’s on edge, especially the humans who hold fast to Thane’s vision of coexistence. My revolver’s holstered, but my voice carries his strength.“Quiet!” I bark, silencing the room. “Asher and Ember haven’t abandoned us. They’re in New York, chasing the Order to protect the vault.”A human, Sarah, stands, voice shaky. “They left us, Grandma! After Aiden, the breaches—how do we trust they’re coming back?”“They’re fighting for you,” I snap. “For Thane’s dream—humans and wolves together. The Order wants the vault’s spirit loose to destroy that.”Jaxon, a wolf, growls from the back. “Then why’s our Alpha not here? Humans are s

POV: Ember I’m standing before the vault in Raven’s Peak, Asher at my side. The steel door hums, vibrating under my palm, the crescent carvings glowing faintly. Grandma and Lupa are back at the Big House, guarding the pups, but the Order’s hunters are close, and we’re out of time. My Moon Eyes spark, urging me forward, but Asher’s Skinwalker senses are on edge. “We go in together,” Asher says, voice firm, punching the code into the keypad. The door groans open, but a pulse of energy stops us. A voice—not human, ancient—echoes from inside. “Only the Moon Eyes may enter.” I glance at Asher, heart racing. “What the hell?” He grabs my arm, eyes fierce. “Ember, don’t. We don’t know what’s in there.” “I have to,” I say, voice steady. “It’s calling me. Stay here, cover the entrance.” He hesitates, then nods. “I’m right outside. Yell if you need me.” I step inside, the door sealing behind me. The vault’s dim, a single pedestal glowing, holding the scroll. A figure appears—A