《Alpha’s Moonchild》全部章節：第 211 章 - 第 220 章

Deric POV The early morning air had a sharp bite, even through the thick walls of the pack compound. I pressed my palm against the window, watching the sun struggle to rise, streaks of gold and crimson painting the sky over the horizon. Something about the silence outside made the storm brewing inside me feel louder. I couldn’t shake the nagging unease that had settled in my chest like a stone. I had spent the last few hours combing through the intelligence Carlton had left me—notes, hidden compartments, coded messages. Normally, I trusted my instincts, but there was something here… something Felen had left behind that didn’t belong to the past. It was subtle, almost invisible. A whisper of danger only someone who knew how to read it could hear. And I had learned to hear those whispers too well. I crouched over the small table in my private study, the fire crackling beside me. The paper in front of me trembled slightly under my fingers—not from cold, but from the weight of what it

Elvira The sun had barely crested the horizon when I stepped onto the balcony, the morning air curling around me. Morrien was quiet now, the kind of calm that could fool even the sharpest wolf into complacency. But I wasn’t here to indulge in tranquility. Today marked a different kind of battle. Jaxon had left early for council meetings, his form vanishing into the mist before dawn fully claimed the sky. That left me with the pack, an eager, restless, and sometimes stubborn group of young wolves. They looked to me now with eyes full of hope, and maybe a little awe. It wasn’t something I took lightly. Being seen as a figure of authority didn’t come naturally; I’d fought for it, every moment shaped by past mistakes, betrayals, and a relentless drive to prove that strength wasn’t just muscle, it was patience, strategy, and care. “Morning, Luna,” one of the younger pack members called out as I descended the steps of the main hall, my boots crunching against the frost-hardened gravel. H

Deric The forest was quiet in a way that felt unnatural, the kind of silence that pressed against my ears and made my own heartbeat thunder in response. Even the wind had stopped, leaving the branches to sway without sound. I hated it. I hated the stillness. It always meant someone was waiting or watching. And I had learned the hard way that enemies never announced themselves politely. Elvira’s voice echoed in my mind, soft and clear from earlier that morning: “Be careful, Deric” She had no idea just how personal this one was, how much it cut deeper than any fight I’d faced before. I had tracked him, or her, if I could be honest, it had been a woman, from the remnants of Felen’s influence. She had been smart, patient, leaving threads behind that most would have overlooked. But I wasn’t most people. Every whisper, every hint, every faint trace of her magic, it all led here. To the edge of the forest where the enemies seemed to cling like living things, waiting for me to slip. The

Jaxon First-Person POV The morning sun filtered through the towering windows of the council hall, casting long streaks of gold across the stone floors. I stood at the head of the room, surveying the faces of my pack: weary but attentive, some skeptical, others cautiously optimistic. After the chaos of betrayals, attacks, and power plays, Morrien needed direction, and it was my responsibility to provide it. Celina stood near the back, her arms crossed, her usual sharp expression softened just slightly by the events that had passed. For months, she had watched me, questioned me, doubted me, and in her eyes I could see the wheels turning as she tried to reconcile the pack’s survival with the strength of our bonds. Including the one between Elvira and me. “Today, we begin a new chapter,” I started, letting my voice carry over the murmurs. “In the past month we’ve grown past the fear that once enveloped us. We’ve rebuilt—not as individuals, but as a pack.” A few heads nodded, a ripple

Elvira The Bloodmoon countryside stretched before me, a landscape of muted deep, sleepy greens. The wind whispered through the rolling fields, carrying the faint scent of late summer flowers. I gripped the car wheels tighter, my pulse quickening with every mile closer to Father’s house. I hadn’t been sure I would come. Not until I confirmed that Felen had no way of reaching him, that her venomous curiosity wouldn’t taint what little serenity remained in his days. I remembered the chaos that had followed her disappearance, the rumors, the hunts, the betrayal, how close everything had been to slipping through our fingers. I had survived that storm with Jaxon at my side, and now, here I was, seeking silence in a house that belonged to a man whose mind had begun to betray him. The car came to a stop over the gravel, the sound unnervingly loud in the silence of the countryside, and I wondered if Father was awake, if he remembered who I was. The house came into view, a modest structure s