Semua Bab THE LOST WEREWOLF PRINCESS: MATED TO THE RIVALS: Bab 111 - Bab 120

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: WAR OF HEARTS BY RUELLERHEA'S POV: It begins with a sound, like the howl of the world itself being split down the spine. One moment, the clouds are bruised purple and pulsing. The next, they rupture, revealing nothing but white-hot light and shadow claws clawing into reality.The veil collapses. I stagger back, shielding my eyes as the sky opens like a wound. Creatures pour through; the Boundless, grotesque and shifting like the space between dreams and nightmares. Some walk on six legs, others fly on wings made of bone. Their eyes glow void-black, hollow as if the universe forgot to fill them. All of Guen trembles. The air buzzes with magic which feels raw are unfiltered. The kind that feels like it might rip you apart molecule by molecule.Ezra roars."To arms! Protect the line!" The gates shatter as the first wave hits. The steel crashes, magic ignites and screams start to increase. Lucien appears beside me in a flash of blue lightning. His

CHAPTER 113: AFTERSTORMLUCIEN'S POV:SONG OF THIS CHAPTER: NEED YOU BY FIREBOY DML~~~ The room is too quiet, too still and I hate how loud my thoughts get in its silence. Rhea hasn’t stirred since the Crown fused into her. It’s been three days, a freaking seventy-two hours of not hearing her voice, not seeing her eyes or feeling her fire through the bond.And gods, I miss her fire. I sit beside her, my hand closed around hers like it’s the only thing keeping her tethered. I count her breaths obsessively. One every five seconds. Soft and shallow. Her skin is warmer than normal, like the sun lives in her veins now. The dragon mark on her wrist pulses faintly every few minutes, flickering gold and ember-red, like it’s remembering what she’s become. Nyrielle told me it would happen. That after the shards merged, Rhea would need time to re-forge herself. But what no one told me is that it would feel like waiting for death. I haven’t slept. I barely eat. Rowan sends food

LUCIEN'S POV:SONG OF THE CHAPTER: LOVE U BY HOWL I stand on the cliffs just outside the Guen stronghold, stormclouds coiled tightly above me, the sky too still to be trusted. The scent of rain lingers, but it hasn't fallen. It's as if the sky itself is holding its breath. Elen stands beside me, silver-blue hair dancing like a banner in the wind. He is watching the sky too, but his expression is calm... too calm. "You're not just a stormwalker," he says finally, voice quiet like thunder before the quake. "You're the turning key." I arch a brow. "You’ve said that before. Vaguely and mysteriously. Like a damn Windborne oracle. Care to be less poetic and more useful?" Elen turns his strange, cloud-swirled eyes to mine. "Fine. The prophecy calls you the Stormwalker; he who walks the edge of storms, who splits fate from ruin with a single breath. But that path doesn’t end with the Boundless."Oh, more trouble? Nice. The wind howls as he says it, like the very air is trying

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: WAIT FOR YOU BY MELVITTO AND OXLADE.LUCIEN'S POV:****Seris stands beneath the canopy of silver-streaked trees, moonlight catching on her pale hair as if the sky itself had woven it. Her presence is quiet but commanding, the kind of stillness that makes the wind pause. I’m not sure what I expect when she finally speaks, but her voice is gentle and sound like it is velvet-wrapped steel. "I am Seris of the Moonblood," she says, her gaze fixed directly on me. "Descendant of Lunari, the lunar god who once walked with wolves."The words roll over me like a forgotten tide. Rhea stiffens beside me. Nyrielle, ever-watchful, narrows her eyes but says nothing. Seris continues, stepping forward, the edges of her cloak brushing the dusted grass. "I carry the blood of the first Moon-Blessed. My presence here is not accident, Stormwalker. It is the fulfillment of prophecy." The air grows colder, but not unpleasant. It's the kind of chill that reminds you you

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: ALONE BY TIANA MAJOR9LUCIEN'S POV: The moment Rhea pulls her hand away from Lyss, I know something inside her has cracked. She doesn’t say it. She really doesn’t need to. It’s in the silence she wraps around herself like a cloak, in the way her eyes don’t meet mine when I touch her shoulder. It’s in the way her magic flickers like a candle at the end of a breath. "Rhea," I whisper, but she just nods once, as if the word isn’t her name anymore. As if it hurts. I watch her walk away. Each step stiff, like her bones have forgotten how to move gently.And for a second, all the thunder in me dims. Lyss groans beside me, pushing herself up on shaky elbows. "What… happened?" "You were almost burned alive by a fire creature from the crack between realms," I murmur, still staring after Rhea. "Rhea healed you. At a cost." Lyss swears under her breath. Then she sits up fully, her eyes glassy. "I didn’t mean to-" "I know," I say too quickly. I don’t w