Semua Bab Shattered Vows, Silent Fire : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The long, sterile corridor of the hospital carried a stillness that made Kael’s skin bristle. The overhead lights flickered for a second, and his sharp werewolf senses caught a scent in the air—unmistakable, cold, metallic.Vampires.He halted his steps, his eyes narrowing as a group turned the corner at the far end of the hallway.Three young men and two girls, all cloaked in hooded sweatshirts, walked together in eerie unison, their movements graceful yet unnaturally fluid. The smell of ash, blood, and earth trailed them like a second skin. Kael stiffened, his wolf instincts flaring to the surface.They stopped too. Tension sizzled in the air like a wire about to snap. One of the girls slightly lowered her hoodie, her pale silver eyes meeting Kael’s with quiet curiosity rather than hostility. The other girl exchanged a glance with the boy beside her, a silent conversation happening in a blink.But Kael didn’t miss the subtle shift in their postures—the poised readiness, the alert st

The Ice Monster purred as Ashara guided it onto the two-lane road that wound through pine-laden hills toward Graymoor University. Twin SUVs—her “security detail”—followed at a respectful distance, but she could still feel their presence like training wheels she hadn’t asked for.Okay, Ash, she told herself, knuckles whitening around the leather wheel. Don’t do anything reckless. One wrong turn and Dad’s going to ground you until you’re forty.She inhaled the new-car scent, half exhilarated, half terrified. Ideas flickered through her mind—speeding ahead to lose the guards, ducking onto an unmarked forestry track, pretending she needed gas at a convenience store and slipping out the back—but each scenario ended with the same vision: Kael’s silent disappointment. That, more than any locked door, kept her in lane.He wants to control me, she thought, the old ache resurfacing. He lost Mom and now he’s afraid of losing me, so every choice I make has to be padded in bubble wrap. She tapped

The wind carried a delicate scent—something wild yet innocent, warm like vanilla and fierce like fire. It wasn’t like the usual sting of werewolf musk. It was softer. Sweeter. Almost… unnatural.From the top floor of the college’s towering laboratory building, five pairs of immortal eyes followed the girl below, cloaked in sunlight, unaware that the air trembled with her arrival.“She’s here,” Jasper muttered, pressing his palm against the glass. His storm-grey eyes narrowed, scanning the courtyard where Ashara stood laughing with her human friends. “I can smell her everywhere.”“She’s not like the others,” Erin added, his posture stiff as ever, hands folded behind his back like a soldier in waiting. “No wolf stench. No obvious tells. She walks like a human. Laughs like one. Her aura though… it’s fractured. Too pure for a wolf, too volatile for a human.”Marvina, standing just beside Erin with arms crossed, frowned. Her dark eyes flicked from Ashara to the students swarming the campus

The wind howled through the trees lining the riverbank, stirring Kael’s cloak as he stood like a statue on the eastern edge of the border—the invisible line that separated his world from the vampires’. His amber eyes were locked on the misty stretch beyond the rushing waters, where his daughter had unknowingly crossed. His jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides.She should’ve been back by now.Zev stood beside him, silent but alert. His friends lingered nearby, tension written across their young faces. Even Ranan, Zev’s father, was unusually somber, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he watched Kael pace.Kael’s steps faltered suddenly, his breath catching as he moved toward the water’s edge. One more step, and he’d be violating the sacred pact written generations ago in blood.“Kael, stop.”It was Ranan who moved first, stepping forward to block him. “Don’t be reckless,” he said calmly but firmly.“She’s my daughter!” Kael’s voice cracked. “She’s out there alone—surrounded

Ashara sat curled in Zev’s arms, her face buried in his chest as her shoulders shook with silent sobs. Zev held her tightly, his chin resting gently on her head, his fingers stroking her back in slow, soothing motions. Around them, Zev’s friends gathered, their usual teasing demeanor replaced with quiet concern. No one said much—what words could possibly undo the pain of a father’s slap or the weight of nearly crossing into death’s grasp?Ashara had walked into a storm, into forbidden land, into the heart of vampire territory—into hell. And somehow, she had come back unharmed. That alone was a miracle.“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice hoarse against Zev’s shirt.“You’re okay now,” Zev murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re safe. That’s all that matters.”Ranan stood just behind them, arms crossed over his chest, his face unreadable. Even he, strict and loyal as he was, couldn’t bring himself to scold her—not yet. Not when she looked so fragile, like a leaf a