Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Moonbreather : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

The forest stretched endlessly before her, a labyrinth of mist and silence. Elise’s boots were torn at the soles, her cloak ripped, her breath uneven. Every step hurt — but stopping wasn’t an option. Not after everything. Not when Thea’s voice still echoed in her ears.Find the hidden clan… Run, Elise. Run and live.She crossed a ridge slick with dew, the night wind cutting across her skin like knives. Beneath her feet, the earth sloped sharply, leading to a dark river that sliced through the valley like a wound. Her fingers trembled as she gripped a branch, leaning over the edge. The current below was fast — black and glimmering, carrying broken twigs and leaves. She could barely see where it led.Still, she climbed down.The mud gave way beneath her boots, sending her tumbling, scraping against roots and stone. Pain flared through her shoulder as she hit the riverbank, but she bit back a cry. Somewhere behind her, a howl split the night — not a wolf’s greeting, but a hunter’s call.

The High Council chamber was filled to the brim. The walls of Archview’s great hall gleamed with banners of gold and black, the air thick with tension and the metallic scent of authority. Elder wolves stood in formation along the perimeter, their faces carved in stone-like expressions. Becky stood at the center, draped in mourning gray — a calculated choice, humble but striking.She bowed deeply before Kion and the gathered council. “Honored Elders,” she began, her tone soft but clear, “I wish I could stand before you with peace in my heart. But the longer Elise Thorne roams free, the longer Archview bleeds shame.”The murmurs began instantly. Words like disgrace, traitor, failure rippled through the room.Becky lowered her gaze modestly. “She defied the High Council’s judgment. She spat on the will of our Alpha. What message does that send to the other packs? That the word of Archview means nothing?”Elder Lyra leaned forward, her sharp eyes glinting. “And yet she’s survived longer t

The world beyond the cliffs looked like something torn out of an old legend.The trees were taller, their bark silvered and slick with mist, their roots curling over ancient stones. Strange markings glowed faintly on the ground — runes that pulsed like breathing light. Elise stumbled through them, half-conscious, her limbs scraped and heavy with dirt. Every breath hurt. Every step dragged her closer to collapse.When she finally reached the clearing, the air changed. It was colder, sharper, alive. Something unseen watched her. She could feel eyes — dozens of them — peering through the fog.“Who trespasses?” a voice cut through the silence.Elise froze. The voice was female — calm, but layered with threat. A dozen figures emerged from the shadows, their cloaks woven with feathers, their eyes glinting like moonlit steel. They moved in silence, surrounding her with the grace of predators.Elise raised her trembling hands. “I… I’m not here to fight.”“You’re bleeding,” one of them observe

The first thing Elise felt was warmth.Not the biting cold that usually lingered in the Hollow after sunrise, but a tender, steady warmth that pulsed through her skin like a living heartbeat. The air around her hummed faintly. Something soft brushed against her face — not wind, not touch, but light.When she opened her eyes, she saw that she was no longer lying on the forest floor. Instead, she floated an inch above it, suspended in a cocoon of pale moonlight. The glow rippled like water, holding her body in a tranquil embrace.Her breath came out shaky. Her muscles burned. Every inch of her skin felt raw, as if the Hollow had tried to peel away her very soul — and yet, she lived.Above her, a shaft of light poured down through the shattered canopy. The early dawn bled faint gold into the silver beam, the two lights merging like fire and frost.High above the glade, the matriarch stood on the cliff edge, her cloak catching in the wind. The elders surrounded her in silence.They’d seen

Elise stood barefoot on the training grounds — a circular courtyard surrounded by luminous trees that pulsed in rhythm with her breath. The ground shimmered faintly, dusted with moon pollen that caught each exhale like falling stardust.She had trained until her body screamed for rest. Her hair clung to her face with sweat, her arms trembling as she held the same stance Teagan had barked at her to maintain for hours — palms open, spine straight, eyes unfocused.“You’re forcing it again,” Teagan said, his voice echoing through the quiet night.“I’m trying—” she snapped, only to bite down the rest. She couldn’t afford to lose control, not when every failure still earned her that same, cutting glance.Teagan crossed his arms, the moonlight catching the edge of his silver bracers. “That’s your problem, half-born. The Moon doesn’t answer to effort. It answers to understanding.”Her chest heaved, and she closed her eyes. “I understand. I just—”“No,” he said, stepping closer. His tone softe