All Chapters of The Alpha’s Moonbreather : Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

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