Semua Bab HIS BABY GROWS INSIDE ME, BUT HIS HEART BELONGS TO HER : Bab 71 - Bab 80

The forest was no longer still.A low rumble vibrated through the earth beneath Aria’s boots as she stepped beyond the last ring of sentries. The trees once guardians of silence now shivered under the weight of something darker, older, and unforgiving. Smoke curled in lazy spirals across the underbrush, though no fire burned. Above, the moon hid behind a veil of thick, blood-tinged clouds, its light struggling to pierce the gathering gloom.She pulled her cloak tighter. Beside her, Lyra exhaled a shaky breath, her hand drifting protectively to the scar that crossed her belly a reminder of what she had endured and survived.Ahead of them, the stone gate loomed.It had risen from the ground only hours ago, unearthed by the Prophetess during the Hollowed's retreat. Standing ten feet high and etched with ancient glyphs, the arch seemed to hum with energy. No one dared touch it not even Kael, whose Alpha aura had flickered and dimmed upon approaching it.Aria glanced back. The pack was wat

The second moon rose like an omen carved in fire.It hovered just above the jagged peaks to the east, its surface pulsing as though it were alive blood-red, veined with shadows that crawled like serpents beneath its skin. It should not have been there. It was not a celestial body the stars had ever known. Yet every wolf in the clearing felt its presence like a scream pressed against their skulls.Kael stood frozen, staring at the sky with clenched fists. “That’s not the Blood Moon. This is something… worse.”Aria held Elara tightly to her chest, shielding her from the sky, from the fear now creeping over every pack member gathered. “It followed us,” she whispered. “Through the Veil. Whatever it is it knows we’ve disrupted the balance.”Rowan stood beside her, trembling but steady. “That thing… it was watching us. Even before Selene’s sacrifice. I could *feel* I'm waiting.”“Then we need to prepare,” Callen said, stepping forward, eyes narrowing at the alien moon. “We’ve been reacting

The ground trembled beneath their feet as the crimson sky bled into night. The second moon the Architect’s eye hung lower than ever before, its baleful light bathing the icy peaks of Frostvale in an unnatural hue. Time seemed to quiver around them, as though the world itself feared what came next.They stood at the threshold of the Temple of Origin, the shattered Null pedestal behind them and the whispering winds of prophecy howling through the ravine. Aria held the Null Blade tightly, its hilt warm against her palm, pulsing with ancient intent. The others looked at her Kael, Rowan, Lyra, Callen each face marked by fatigue and resolve.“We go to the Gate,” Aria said. Her voice carried like steel across frost and fear. “We end this.”They moved with urgency, descending Frostvale’s edge and winding through the path Lyra only half-remembered from dream-visions and ancestral knowledge. The land twisted with every step, shifting like the Architect’s will reached even into the snow. Ice gre

The earth trembled as the last Forgotten One descended.It was colossal. Each wingbeat shook the air like thunder, scattering snow and ash in violent gusts. Its body was not flesh but woven from shadows and old suffering black tendrils trailing like smoke, writhing with unspoken pain. Its face shifted with every blink, as if it wore the faces of every soul it had devoured.And it had no name.Because its name had been erased long ago, locked behind the first seals of the Veil.Now, it was loose.Aria stood at the forefront of the cliff ridge, the Null Blade glowing with ethereal light. Beside her, Kael growled in his Alpha form, silver fur streaked with blood and battle marks. Callen, limping but unbowed, formed a second flank. Lyra stood back to back with Aria, hands burning with raw runic energy. Rowan and Elara had taken shelter on the plateau above, the bond between them pulsing visibly like golden threads.The Forgotten One didn’t rush.It hovered above them with ancient patience

The morning after the Balance Lost fell should have been a celebration. Instead, the pack stood in silent tension, surrounding a small pedestal carved from stone by Rowan and Elara’s joint magic. Upon it sat the seed no larger than an apple, but darker than any night Aria had known. It pulsed faintly, like a heart trying to remember how to beat.Nothing moved near it. No birds flew overhead. No insects buzzed. Not even the wind dared stir.Kael stood beside Aria, arms crossed tightly. “We should destroy it. Bury it in the Hollow, encase it in obsidian, drop it into the deepest rift in the sea.”Aria didn’t look at him. “If we destroy it… what if we release what’s inside?”Callen leaned against a tree nearby, wounded shoulder still wrapped. “Or what if it’s already awake and *wants* us to destroy it?”Lyra circled the pedestal, her eyes narrowed. “We don’t know what it is. Not yet. But I’ve studied magic all my life. That’s not a seed in the biological sense. It’s a vessel. Something w