Semua Bab The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy: Bab 111 - Bab 120

CALEB’S POV I leaned against the balcony railing with bare forearms resting on cold iron while morning mist rolled across the training fields below. My shirtless skin prickled in the damp air but I welcomed the bite. It kept my head clear. Vanessa had left my bed an hour ago, the sheets was still tangled and smelling of sweat and cheap perfume. The sex had been mechanical efficient like scratching an itch that never quite went away. She tried to stay draped across me afterward murmuring something about round two. I told her to get out and she left without argument. Smart girl.Talon paced inside me restless claws scraping at the edges of my control. He wanted blood, he wanted Isabella, and he wanted answers. I wanted the same things but I knew better than to let emotion drive the blade. Not yet.The pack house sprawled beneath me warriors drilling in neat rows their grunts and thuds carrying on the wind. They moved sharper today faster like they sensed the shift in the air. Word had

SEBASTIAN’S POV I stood at the narrow slit window that served as the only eye to the outside world in this buried bunker. The glass was triple-thick bulletproof and tinted so no light leaked out even when the interior lamps burned. Outside the moon hung fat and low brushing the tops of the pines with silver. There were no movements, no shadows shifting between trunks, and no scent of wolf on the wind that slipped through the ventilation slits. But I felt them anyway, they were out there, curling and testing. I rubbed the back of my neck hard enough the skin stung. Maximus paced inside my skull with a low continuous growl that vibrated down my spine. He hated the confinement, hated the waiting, he hated that Isabella was twenty feet away sleeping in the small bedroom while we sat here like bait.Adrian sat at the narrow metal table maps and satellite printouts spread in front of him. He hadn’t spoken in almost forty minutes, he just stared at the grid lines like they would suddenly

CALEB’S POVI paced the length of the alpha’s private study with boots ringing against polished oak. The room still smelled of my father, aged leather pipe tobacco and the faint sour edge of wolfsbane he thought no one noticed. Marcus sat behind the massive desk now looking smaller in the high-backed chair that used to swallow him whole. His eyes followed me back and forth but he stayed silent. Good. Silence was better than the old lectures about duty and pack loyalty.The map lay open between us. Red pins marked reported sightings, false trails dead ends, blue pins showed our patrol lines shrinking every hour. No solid location, no scent trail. Nothing. Isabella, Adrian, and Sebastian had vanished like smoke the moment they crossed into Blood Moon territory.I stopped at the window braced my palms on the sill and stared down at the training yard. Warriors drilled in tight formation breaths fogging in the pre-dawn chill. They moved sharp precise. My father’s orders. My orders now. The

ISABELLA’S POVWe never made it to the truck. The battlefield reeked of torn flesh and coppery blood. The ground had turned into slick red mud that sucked at my boots and made every step treacherous. Howls clashed with wet snarls under the swollen moon. Its light edged every wound in silver and made the carnage look even crueler.Bodies lay scattered in broken heaps. Some still gasped for air. Others stared blankly at the sky, already cooling. Caleb’s forces carved through our defenders without mercy. Claws ripped open bellies, jaws crushed windpipes. Steaming entrails froze in the night air.I stood at the edge of the chaos, dagger gripped tight in my hand. Sebastian had shoved it into my palm what felt like hours ago. The hilt was slippery with sweat and someone else’s blood. My pulse hammered so loud it drowned out most of the screams. Twenty yards away, my father fought on, he refused to stay down. Blood soaked his shirt from ribs to hip, yet he swung heavy fists and snapped teet

CALEB’S POVI slammed the heavy oak door so hard the iron hinges screamed and the frame cracked down the middle. Wood splinters bit into my palm. I didn’t feel it. The only thing burning hotter than my blood was the image of her—Isabella—kneeling in the mud, cradling that black-furred bastard while he bled out on her lap. She chose him. After everything, after I carved through half her pack just to reach her. She looked at me like I was the monster and him like he was salvation.My boot connected with the nearest chair. It flew across the war room and shattered against the stone wall, legs snapping like dry twigs. The long table followed next. I grabbed the edge, flipped it with a roar that rattled the iron candelabras overhead. Maps, goblets, and daggers scattered. Ink splashed black across the floor like spilled blood. I wanted more. I needed more.Marcus’s voice cut through the wreckage from the doorway. “Enough, Caleb.”I spun. He stood there with arms folded, jaw set the way it