Semua Bab Rejected by the lycan king: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The passage through the Gate beneath the silver tree was unlike any I had walked before.There were no walls. No ceiling. No elemental pressure or burning heat. Just endless light and shadow curling around each other, like two old lovers locked in an eternal dance.I didn’t feel my footsteps.I didn’t hear my breath.But I felt the pull.Not forward, not down but inward.This gate didn’t transport my body. It carried my self.And at the end of the path, I found her.The Girl I Once WasShe was small. Pale. Her hair tangled and matted, her dress torn and soaked with blood that had dried so long ago it was nearly black. She sat in a room of memory not a throne room, not a battlefield.A cell.She didn’t look up when I entered.But she knew me."You left me here," she said.I knelt beside her."I had to."She turned her face, and I saw myself at thirteen.The day my mother was taken. The day I learned I was a bastard. The day I stopped crying and started surviving."You stopped listening

The valley of Echoes welcomed us with silence.Not the peaceful kind.Not the solemn kind.This silence felt like something had been scraped away from the world, like sound itself had been buried beneath layers of ash and regret.The ground beneath our feet shimmered with ghostlight. Every step left no mark. The spire at the center stood tall, but not proud more like a monument to grief. Its surface wasn’t stone, but mirrored obsidian, and every time I glanced at it, I saw not myself but those I had lost.My mother.Vareya.My unborn child.All the echoes I’d tried to silence.The Threshold of the GateRafael and I approached side by side. The others hung back Dahlia drawing symbols into the dirt, Seris murmuring what she called protective verses.We paused at the base of the spire."Do you hear it?" I asked him.Rafael closed his eyes. "No sound. But it feels like a heartbeat in the ground. A slow, sad one."I touched the surface.It was cold.Then warm.Then it pulsed.The Gate open

Valden had stripped us bare.But the Sky Gate had reshaped us.And now the world itself was stirring.Beneath the fractured sky and the stillness of our camp, something ancient began to shift. Not in the soil. Not in magic. But in the threads that held time together.It started with the dreams.Mine were no longer visions of fire or gates or war.They were of endings.Rafael burning a field of white grass.Dahlia walking into a sea of shadows.Myself standing on a cliff made of glass, arms outstretched, no crown, no flame… and no face.The Beginning of the EndWe stayed one day longer near the Sky Gate, letting our bodies recover and our minds settle. But the peace didn’t last.Seris was the first to speak the truth aloud.“There’s another gate,” she whispered over morning firelight. “One we haven’t named. One I don’t think we’re meant to survive.”Rafael looked up. “Where?”“Everywhere,” she said, voice distant. “It isn’t tied to a mountain or sea or sky. It follows us.”Dahlia close

The canyon of endings closed behind us like a door sealing fate. But as the walls of the Rift collapsed, the world did not return to normal. Instead it exhaled waves of magic rippled through the air, stirring dust, mist, and expectation in equal measure.Rafael and I stood at the edge of the canyon’s mouth. Around us, our companions gathered Dahlia clutching her ever-present sketchbook, Seris humming a protective verse, Xander checking his blades. None of us spoke. We simply felt the world rearrange itself.1. The First Step ForwardWe descended from the ridge, each footfall echoing like a promise. The landscape itself had shifted: once-barren fields were now dotted with pale blossoms; stone walls bore new etchings sigils we recognized from every gate we’d known. A living tapestry of memory and choice.“Do you feel it?” Rafael asked, voice low. “Like the world is waking from a dream?”I nodded. “We wrote the ending. Now we get to write what comes next.”2. The Echo of AshenA soft whi

Duskfall’s dawn rose crimson and gold unlike any before. The sky burned with the aftermath of the final Rift, as if the world itself had shed its old skin. From the palace tower, I watched the city below hum with new life: Hollow-Blooded and Crescent wolves rebuilding walls together, children chasing fireflies that glowed with sigils’ light, gardeners tending saplings sprouted overnight from the Rift’s magic.Yet even in this reborn world, my heart fluttered with restless questions.1. The Council of RenewalI descended into the Hollow Garden, where Rafael, Dahlia, Seris, Xander, and representatives of every pack awaited in silence. The Echo Sphere and our five other tokens sword hilt, lantern, bell, ring gleamed on pedestals of living wood.I stepped forward. “We have closed the cycle of endings and beginnings. But our work is not done.”Xander nodded. “The magic of the gates now flows free. Some will seek to use it others to fear it.”Dahlia added, “We must guide its purpose, or it