Todos os capítulos de Alma between two worlds: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 29

Her muscles trembled, her skin seemed to burn from the inside out, as if the mutation had left an invisible imprint on her. She brought a trembling hand to her chest, feeling her heart hammer with incredible violence, as if to remind her that she had just narrowly escaped catastrophe.She took a deep breath, then gently pounded her fist against her chest, trying to catch her breath, to calm the rising pain inside her. But it wasn't just breath she'd lost. It was control. And this time, she knew she could no longer deny what she was.Alma felt her heart leap when a knock sounded on the door. Her still uneven breath stopped for a moment. She immediately thought of Kaelen. Had he heard her scream? Had he come to check on her? Anxiety knotted her stomach as she reached a hesitant hand for the handle.But when she finally opened the door, it wasn't Kaelen. It was Ezra, standing in front of her, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.His face was soft, almost shy, but his eyes betrayed a certain

Kaelen sat down opposite Alma, his gaze dark, his body still tense with anger and the urgency of the situation. He knew she must understand the magnitude of what she had just unleashed."Listen to me," he murmured in a deep voice, each word carrying the weight of a warning. "If the alarm has been sounded, the Shadow Hunters will soon appear."Alma blinked, her throat suddenly dry.“The Shadow Hunters?” she repeated under her breath.Kaelen nodded slowly, her jaw clenched.—These aren't ordinary hunters, Alma. They aren't the frightened villagers with their torches and rusty rifles. They… They know what they're hunting. And they have no mercy.A terrible shudder ran through Alma's body. She felt a sudden heat rise within her, a cold fear that instantly knotted her stomach.“So… they’re going to hunt down all the wolves?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.Kaelen stared at her intensely, then nodded.—All the wolves who have ventured into the human midst. And they won't stop until

In the early morning, the neighborhood's alleyways were teeming with people. Everyone had gathered around the gigantic, stiff wolf lying on the ground, its fur still tinged with the night's dampness. The ordinary hunters, proud of their supposed victory, boasted without restraint. "We got him, that monster was only a matter of time," one of them said, tapping his rifle. "He was fast, but not fast enough for us," another added. The stories grew increasingly glorious, each person embellishing their role in this supposed hunt. The villagers applauded them, relieved to finally be rid of the threat. But in the shadows of an alleyway, Kaelen watched the scene silently. He had managed to divert attention, but something gnawed at him. This wasn't their victory. This wasn't a triumph, just an illusion he had woven. And he knew that this lie, however well orchestrated, would eventually collapse. Alma stood behind Kaelen, her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before her. The villagers, stil

Kaelen charged through the forest, his muscles tense with exertion, his rapid breaths mingling with the howls he let out into the night. Each step shook the earth beneath him, each beat of his heart echoing like a war drum. He knew where he was going, and he knew what he had to do. But when he finally caught sight of Ramba's imposing figure, his momentum abruptly stopped. The great wolf wasn't alone. Another presence was there, motionless at his side, scanning the darkness with a piercing gaze. Sylvara. The old wolf, wise and observant, a creature Kaelen had always respected but whose intuition made him uneasy. He inhaled slowly, adjusting his pace, releasing the tension that was tightening his body. His steps became measured, calculated, and he stepped forward cautiously, his head slightly bowed to show his respect. When he was close enough, he bent his knees and bowed deeply to Ramba, his tone controlled despite the urgency he felt. "I come with good news," he said in a clear voi

Alma, still trembling before her father's inert body, raised a gaze blurred by pain and incomprehension towards the pack. Her voice, though broken, rose with unexpected strength. — What happened? Silence hung for a split second before Sylvara spoke, her voice filled with icy certainty. "It's Kaelen," she declared bluntly. "He's behind all this." The words fell heavily, echoing in Alma's mind like a slap. Her heart clenched, her breathing quickened, but before she could respond, Karl stepped forward. "Kaelen didn't set foot in the forest last night," he protested. Tensions immediately rose. Some of the wolves, those who had always opposed Ramba, rallied around Kaelen, their loyalty clearly displayed. Their support was solid, asserting that he was the rightful heir, that this was all just the natural course of events. But Sylvara wasn't alone. A few wolves, though few in number, remained at her side, openly defying Kaelen and his followers. They knew their position was precarious