Semua Bab Rejected by the lycan king: Bab 121 - Bab 130

The drums still echoed in my bones long after the ritual ended.I had grown up hearing tales of the Crescent Flame and the Phoenix Rising, of prophecies buried beneath blood and stone, but never once did I think those myths would manifest in my lifetime or that my son would become their centerEzren slept soundly now, curled between worn furs and moonstone charms in the quiet sanctuary we prepared for him. I stood beside him, watching his chest rise and fall, each breath a prayer. I wasn’t ready to lose him not to fate, not to war, not to prophecy.A hand gently touched my shoulder. Rafael. Silent, but always present when I needed him most."You haven’t rested," he said.I shook my head. “Neither has the world.”He didn’t argue. He simply stood beside me, our silence saying more than any words.Outside, the wind carried a different scent woodsmoke and steel. Soldiers from the western packs had begun to arrive. Banners flew high, unfamiliar sigils next to our own. Wolves we hadn’t seen

Elira stood at the edge of the clearing like a ghost summoned by fate. Her silver cloak shimmered under the dawn light, her eyes unreadable, lips parted like she had something to say but didn’t know where to begin.I rose slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements. Arlen was already behind me, blades unsheathed, ready to strike."Don’t," I whispered to him. "Not yet."She took a step forward. "I’m not here to fight."“Strange,” I said, my voice colder than the air. “You usually bring fire and death when you visit.”Her mouth tightened. “I came alone.”“No army waiting behind the ridge?”“No. Just me. And answers."Answers. My fingers itched toward my blade, not out of fear, but out of instinct. This woman this half of the prophecy was the shadow to my light. We were bound by blood and fate and something even darker. I had spent my whole life hating her. Fearing her. Now she was here, asking me to listen.“Say what you came to say,” I told her.She hesitated. “You saw the murals,

The palace council chamber had never held such tension. Alphas from every region, emissaries from the scattered border clans, and even a few rogue leaders sat around the obsidian table, wary but present. For the first time in generations, all factions of werewolf blood stood under the same roof.I sat beside Rafael, my fingers resting on the scroll from Elira. The truth of the prophecy lay within, and now it was time to share it."The Old Blood is coming," I began. "You’ve all heard the rumors. I’m here to confirm them. The Elders have awakened. And they’re coming for my son."A murmur rippled through the room."Ezren is more than a child," I continued. "He is the prophesied bridge between light and shadow. The one who can either bring ruin or rebirth. We’ve been told for years that to protect the realm, one side must fall. But we were misled. The prophecy demands unity not sacrifice."Alpha Marius of the Iron Fangs scoffed. "Unity? With the likes of Elira? That traitor has burned thr

The dawn crept slowly across the sky, painting it in muted shades of gray and pale gold. Yet for all its beauty, the morning felt wrong unsettled. The palace, usually vibrant with the calls of servants, merchants, and the rhythmic drills of soldiers, carried instead a stillness that pressed heavy on the soul.I moved through the courtyard, my steps echoing against the stone as I watched men and women don their armor with grim determination. The clinking of steel, the low murmurs of prayer, the tightening of straps and buckles all of it painted a picture of a people preparing to step into history.The scent of oil and leather clung to the air. Fires burned low in the training yards where the blacksmiths worked tirelessly through the night, their hammers striking sparks into the storm-dark morning. Banners rippled in the strengthening wind, their crests wolves and crowns symbols of loyalty and unity, even as fear gnawed quietly beneath.When I entered the war room, I found it already al

Dawn broke not with sunlight, but with fire. The storm had passed, leaving the sky raw and bruised, streaked with crimson as if the heavens themselves bled for what was to come. Mist coiled across the valley, pale and ghostly, veiling the vast army that waited below.The drums had ceased. In their place came silence, the kind that made the hair on the back of my neck rise. Silence was worse than thunder it meant the enemy was ready.I stood on the ridge beside Rafael, my cloak heavy with dew, my fingers curled around the hilt of the dagger strapped to my thigh. Below us, soldiers shifted uneasily, shields raised, spears steady. Wolves padded restlessly at their sides, hackles raised, teeth bared.The guardians stood like mountains along the ridge, their stone bodies glowing faintly from within, eyes blazing like molten suns. Their presence filled the air with weight, as though the world itself held its breath.Rafael’s voice cut through the hush, steady and commanding. “Brothers, sist