Semua Bab THE PURE ALPHA : Bab 81 - Bab 90

The forest was wrong. Everything looked the same to the ordinary eyes but it wasn't. There was something about the way everything moved in some sort of slow motion. The leaves seemed to be taking too long to fall, the birds just flapping their wings silently without sound. Even the wolves who went deep into the forest returned with reports of dizziness, seeing things out of the ordinary and a feeling of being watched from every direction.It was very obvious that something had arrived, but it hadn’t made itself known, not completely yet.Isabella sat on the ground of the council chamber in a meditation pose only this time she wasn't meditating. She had a map of the territory spread before her, going through it trying to figure out what was going on. There was great tension in the room as the council members were pacing about in panic. The reportings from the wolves had been too much to ignore and they all knew in their hearts that something was wrong and they moved through each day wi

The light consumed the whole room. It wasn’t a flame. It wasn’t like magic. It was something much deeper, as if the world was holding its breath. When it cleared, everything was different. Everything was broken.The stronghold was gone, and in its place stood only stone. Raw, untouched and ancient.No trace of walls, no towers, no watchfires. Just total silence like a shattered glass that can't be pieced back together.And in the center of it all, Lioran knelt.His skin was giving out smoke obviously from the magical fire he had disappeared through. The weight of the power made his arms shake and he was barely breathing.But the creature wasn’t gone.It stood just beyond him, massive and calm. Its form was no longer a mere shadow, it had become something else that can't be described. It looked a little less than darkness and a mini god. Its face constantly shifting from human to beast form.It didn’t speak.It didn’t need to.Because Lyon finally understood.It wasn’t trying to destro

Dawn never broke after Lyon vanished into the flames. The sun didn’t rise over the hills. No birds called. No wind moved. It was as if the world was silent, and waiting for something to change or happen.In that quietness, the wolves rebuilt and burned their dead. The stronghold had vanished, leaving behind only a desolate field. But the packs remained. Barely. There were no prophecies left to cling to. No child glowing with power. No gods whispering through the trees.Just ash, and the cold weight of what had been lost.Lyon’s name was never spoken loudly. It wasn’t shouted in battle cries or whispered in prayers. Instead, it was murmured in the night light of campfires, in the silent spaces of dreams. The wolves didn’t mourn him like a child.They honored him like a force.A reckoning.And Tristan, hadn’t spoken a word in hours after his return. He lay wrapped in furs in the healers den, he was pale, thinner. His breathing was very shallow but he was alive, he was barely held to the

The final night fell like a curtain. There were no stars, no moon. Just a sky thick with silence and the smell of something ancient being pulled from the earth. Lyon stood barefoot in the clearing. The wolves had formed a ring around him, Alphas, Betas, elders, the last of the Moonblood and Hollow lines. None of them spoke, None of them moved, although they didn’t need to. He was the light now. And the shadow had come for him. Tristan sat just outside the circle, his hand resting on Isabella’s. His body trembled from the effort it took just to stay upright. But he wouldn’t lie down. Not when his son faced the thing he couldn’t beat. Not when the prophecy had chosen Lyon instead of him. Isabella stared into the horizon, looking steady and calm despite the storm that was brewing in her. “There,” she pointed. A tremor rolled through the ground. Not a quake, just a breath. And then it stepped into the clearing. Not a beast, or a god but something between. It was the shape of a w

The forest breathed again. It no longer whispered of war or clung to the scent of blood. Where ashes once fell, flowers had begun to grow like even the land itself was learning to heal. The trees had begun to reclaim the space they’d lost, the rivers and the air, for the first time in generations, didn’t taste of fear. It tasted of life and of new beginnings. But peace was never silent, and rebuilding required so much more. At the edge of the restored stronghold, Lyon stood with his hands tucked behind his back, watching the walls rise stone by stone. Wolves of all ranks worked side by side, laying the foundation for something new. There were no commands, no titles spoken aloud. There was no hierarchy of control. There was only rhythm and unity.The work didn’t feel like labor, it felt like healing. Behind him, Isabella approached slowly, holding two cups. She didn't need to say anything. She knew the weight of silence better than anyone else.“I figured you wouldn’t remember to eat,