Semua Bab Marked by the enemy alpha: Bab 111 - Bab 120

The forest was eerily quiet, wrapped in a shroud of silver mist that danced in the moonlight. Aria stood at the edge of the sacred glade, her pulse syncing with the hum of ancient magic in the air. Behind her, Kael’s presence radiated strength, steady and unwavering, like the flame that had carried them through fire, betrayal, and prophecy. They had survived the ruins, uncovered half-buried truths, and faced the devastating knowledge that the Crimson Fang’s reach had grown deeper than even the Council had feared. But tonight was different. Tonight, the sacred convergence of moons—an event that happened once every few centuries—was upon them. It was the moment when the veil between the spirit world and the physical realm thinned when the oldest of bonds could be reforged… or shattered forever. “This is it,” Elandra whispered, stepping forward from the shadows. Her robes shimmered with woven sigils, and her hands trembled slightly as she extended a carved obsidian dagger. “The Rite o

The winds that whispered through the Valley of Dusk carried more than just the scent of wild herbs and earth—they carried the weight of a thousand unspoken promises, fractured truths, and looming war. Aria stood at the edge of the precipice, her eyes locked on the distant ridges where the land bled into the horizon. Below, the valley dipped into shadow, its secrets buried deep within the soil, forgotten by time… and forsaken by choice. Kael approached from behind, silent but ever-watchful. The rustle of his boots across the jagged stones didn’t startle her. She had long grown attuned to his presence, the bond between them pulsing like a quiet heartbeat in her soul. Yet there was a storm inside her he could not still—not yet. “This place,” Aria murmured, arms folded against her chest. “It used to belong to the Mooncrest. Before the war. Before the betrayal.” Kael nodded, eyes scanning the land. “The Forsaken Path. Where warriors were exiled and leaders disgraced. No pack dares tread

The air was heavy with the scent of scorched earth and fading embers, the remnants of the night before still lingering in the valley below the Crescent Ridge. As dawn broke over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of molten gold and blood orange, Kael stood atop the ledge with Aria by his side, both of them cloaked in silence. Below, the allied forces were beginning to stir, preparing for whatever came next. The battle against the rogue factions had not only their strength but also their unity. Blood had been shed, oaths had been renewed, and secrets long buried had clawed their way into the light. And now, in the aftermath, they had to face what remained—the truth, the choices, and the price of their legacy. “Do you hear that?” Aria whispered, her voice just barely audible against the wind. Kael turned to her, watching as her silver eyes scanned the valley. “The wind?” “No. The silence. It’s louder than any war cry. It’s like...the forest is holding its breath.” He nodded, his

The air was dense with tension as Aria stood at the edge of the ancient ruins, her gaze locked on the stone chamber where secrets long buried were waiting to be unearthed. The morning sun filtered through the canopy above, casting golden rays across the moss-covered ground. Every shadow seemed to whisper, and every gust of wind carried echoes of a forgotten truth. Kael stood beside her, his hand brushing hers in silent reassurance. "This is where it all began," Aria whispered her voice tremor in the still air. "My bloodline… my chains…" Kael’s golden eyes scanned the ruins, their depth filled with both sorrow and strength. “And this is where it ends, Aria. The chains don’t define you anymore. You do.” A sharp cry echoed from within the chamber, and both turned swiftly. Elara emerged from the shadows, her robes swirling like smoke, her face paler than usual. “I found it,” she said, holding out a weathered scroll bound in what looked like a silver thread. “The truth of your lineage.

The fragments of the Moonstone still shimmered faintly in Aria’s palm, their once-powerful glow now reduced to a whisper of what had been. The ancient gem had cracked open a truth buried for centuries, and as the pieces lay cradled in her hands, Aria felt the weight of destiny settle on her shoulders. Behind her, Kael stood rigid, his golden eyes scanning the ruins of the sacred grove. The revelation they had unearthed — the false lineage imposed on werewolf history, the manipulation of bloodlines, the concealed betrayal of the first Council — had shaken him to his core. No one spoke for several moments. Only the rustle of wind through broken branches dared disturb the silence. Then, Aria looked up. “This changes everything,” she said quietly, her voice steady despite the storm raging in her chest. Kael nodded, stepping closer to her. “The Moonstone didn’t just break. It revealed the lies we've lived under — the lies they used to divide us.” “The prophecy,” Aria murmured, thinkin