Semua Bab Echoes of Moonfire: Bab 11 - Bab 14

~AeronI did what I always did whenever I wasn’t sure of the power of a threat. I shifted into my strongest form—my full wolf.The shift came with fire.My bones snapped, reshaped, screamed. My muscles stretched, thickened. My skin tore and mended again in a blink. Fur, dark as midnight rain, burst through my pores. The world blinked into a different kind of clarity—sharper, deeper. I could smell the wet iron buried in the soil. Hear the tremble of a beetle beneath a leaf.The forest was colder in this form, but my blood ran hotter.I hit the ground on four paws.And I ran.The scent was still faint in the air—my men. Reynold’s earthy musk, Lena’s lavender-oil, the gunmetal and blood that clung to Jareth like a second skin. I followed it, darting through the trees, dodging low branches, my claws cutting trenches into the damp forest floor.The woods of Ravenspire were not kind.The trees here grew thick and ancient, roots rising like the backs of sleeping giants, gnarled and tangled.

~OmniscientThe wind that rolled through the obsidian gates was sharp with mountain chill, slicing through the silence like a blade unsheathed. Three masked figures stood as still as statues in the courtyard, the moonlight catching the strange runes etched into their cloaks. Before them stood Aeron, Alpha of Obsidian, cloaked in shadow and suspicion.He narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?”The tallest of the trio stepped forward. His mask was bone-white, the sigils across its surface glowing faintly like embers beneath ice. His voice, when it came, was heavy with centuries.“We are the Horax. A sacred body of hunters gifted with the binding power of celestial magic. Guardians of the realm. Destroyers of corrupted gods.”Aeron’s posture stiffened, the name tugging at the farthest corners of memory. “Why are you here? Why now?”“Because if you are to understand what is coming,” the Horax leader said, “then we must first tell you what came before.”He lifted a gloved hand, and the runes on