All Chapters of The Carpathian Prophecy Of Alpha's Love: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

THE VEIL BETWEEN “The sharpest wounds are often those dealt by those closest to you.”Morning fell heavily after the warding ritual. The sanctuary was alive—runes glowed above door frames in pale moonlight, wards hummed as children played under their watch, and lanterns reflected off fresh snowfall. Yet in Elara’s mind, a storm brewed: Someone within the walls had betrayed them.She pulled her cloak around her and walked the boundary marker with Lerder at dawn.Elara (quiet): “We lit every wall. None left in shadow.”Lerder (soft): “But someone slipped through the heart.”They stepped off the stone into the courtyard, now bustling with daily tasks—the baker’s oven, the blacksmith’s hammering, the healer’s herbs steeping.Elara raised her head. “We must find them.”Inside the circular Great Hall, Elara convened an emergency council. The atmosphere was taut—every pair of eyes carried the memory of the cultist arrested in Chapter 80.Around the fire-recessed table sat: Elara Lerder C

“When the darkness within stirs again, only clarity can calm the storm.”Morning dew settled on the re-woven cloaks drying atop the boundary marker. Eluna, robed in fresh treaty fabric, stood beside Caius, her hands folded, eyes distant yet determined.The sanctuary stirred—guards on morning patrol, children chasing snowflakes, weavers humming in the weaving room.Elara joined Lerder at the entrance to the weaving quarters.Elara (soft): “She stayed all night.”Lerder: “And rewove every thread.”Elara wrapped an arm around him. “Mercy is quiet work.”In the Hall of Hearths, a small ring of weavers, guards, and council gathered around Eluna.Caius: “Tell us how you found the poison.”Eluna’s voice wavered. “I recognized the blood-runic pattern as a part of my markings—ancestral seal. I realized it was coded into the weave.”Goran: “You did right—to hide it.”Maerra: “But you had to tell us.”Eluna nodded. “I was ashamed, and afraid of weakening the treaty.”The group murmured softly. T

“In the light of dawn, we do not forget the night that brought us here.”Morning arrived at the sanctuary as a promise. Lanterns remained aglow overnight, their light warm in the frozen puddles. The marker on the border glowed with white-blue light—magic lines combined, never disappointing.At the foot of the marker, Elara stood beside Lerder, Eluna, Aryn, Caius, Rhys, Maerra, Goran, and Torven, and other Bear Clan warriors. Individuals of various tribes—the Riverfolk, the Mountain clans, members of the Bear Clan, and shifters—occupied the courtyard.On this day, they would consecrate the legacy of the Treaty of Ember & Stone—forever forging unity among former enemies now bound by hope.Elara lifted her hands:“Today, we stand beneath the same sun—humans, wolves, bears, mountain clans. We stand with scars but not as enemies. We stand trusting in each other—and in the future we build.”Heads nodded. Eyes across the lit courtyard ignited with emotion.They led a silent procession to the

“Ties that span the seasons are woven by choice every dawn.”Snow-capped ridges painted the horizon in hues of rose. Under this frozen beauty, Hannah and her small escort—Lyra, Talia, Rhys, and Veran (the Bear Clan knight)—neared the mouth of Windmere Pass.Hannah grasped reins with determination. She wore her treaty cloak and carried the same lantern used the previous night—gentle light against the vast cold. Behind her, banners from each guardian group fluttered, carried by bear and wolf allies.Hannah (quiet): “This is more than a mission—it’s a message. We ride as one.”Lyra settled beside her, silent sentinel. Snow shifted beneath their hooves. Ahead, an icy breeze whispered of vigilant eyes.They reached a forgotten shrine embedded in the pass—stone walls etched with ancient carvings of beasts and wards. Moss struggled through the ice. Torches were lit, illuminating dormant power rifts in the carvings.Talia dismounted.Talia: “This shrine once sealed the east winds—they say it

“In the silent places, the true guardians stand watch.”The flicker of torchlight did not reach this far beneath the Heart Fang. Stone corridors wound downward, their arches etched with centuries-old glyphs. Every footstep echoed as if the earth itself was listening.Lyra descended worn steps—cloak drawn tight, dagger sheathed at her side. Her breath stirred motes of ancient dust. Her fingertips brushed the carved surfaces—maps of deep magic etched into living rock.She paused at a fork. A faint humming pulse—Runic Resonance—guided her left.She entered a narrow chamber, its walls lined with twin rune mirrors—etched arcane circles set across from each other. In the shard between them glowed a symbol: the mirrored treaty seal—runic unity, inverted like a shadow.Lyra (whisper): “Promise kept… promise kept…”Lighting her fingertip rune, she reached out. The runes pulsed back, as if alive with memory.A sudden crack: lightning-flare magic shot through a hidden fissure in the ceiling—anci