Lahat ng Kabanata ng Marked by the enemy alpha: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

The moonlight still lingered on Selene’s skin as she stepped down from the ceremonial altar, her body humming with newfound energy. Power radiated from her in invisible waves—controlled, pulsing, ancient. She could feel the heartbeat of the land beneath her, the silent song of the stars, and the whisper of wind speaking truths long forgotten. But peace did not greet her awakening. Only the echo of war drums on the horizon. Within hours, Bloodmoon’s scouts returned with news that twisted everyone’s stomachs into knots. “They’ve breached the lower valley,” Ryder announced in the war hall, his face grave. “The Blackthorn Pack, under Riven’s banner. They’re moving fast. Burning villages. Killing anyone who refuses to join them.” “How many?” Damon asked. “Too many to count. And they’re not alone. Wraith wolves lead the frontlines. Twisted things… not natural.” Jaxon slammed his fist on the table. “They’re building a death army.” “No,” Selene corrected quietly, stepping forward. “The

The morning light filtered through the grand windows of the Mooncrest Pack’s main hall, casting long golden beams across the polished marble floors. Dust motes drifted lazily in the air, undisturbed by the heavy tension that clung to the walls. The scent of pine and dew lingered outside—echoes of the intense night that had passed. Aria stood in the training grounds just beyond the hall, her breath visible in the early morning chill, her muscles taut and ready. Today was not a day for rest. Too much had changed in too little time. She hadn’t slept. Not really. Every time her eyes closed, she was pulled into twisted visions—Kael bleeding, the Council’s gavel slamming down, Elandra’s voice shouting warnings in the distance. Always, Kael’s voice echoed faintly in her mind, calling her name as if from the other side of a void. "You’re early," came a voice behind her. Aria turned swiftly, instinctively reaching for the dagger strapped to her thigh. But it was only Elandra, stepping light

The dawn crept hesitantly over the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of crimson and gold as if forewarning the blood to come. The once vibrant Mooncrest pack grounds now felt suffocating, heavy with the weight of uncertainty and the cold grip of fear. Aria stood near the ancient oak that marked the center of the territory, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. The night’s cold had barely faded, yet inside her, a storm raged stronger than ever. Since Kael’s capture, the air had thickened with distrust and tension. Whispers slithered through the pack like venom—some questioned Aria’s loyalty, others doubted Kael’s innocence, and many feared the inevitable clash with the Crimson Fang. The High Council’s verdict loomed like a shadow over their heads, threatening to crush any hope of peace. Aria’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as she paced the stone floor of her quarters. The weight of leadership was heavier than the thickest iron chains. She had always imagined what it meant

The thick iron doors to the council’s detention chamber slammed shut behind Aria with a heavy echo that reverberated down the stone corridors. Her fingers were trembling slightly as she walked alongside Elandra, both of them cloaked under the wan torchlight. Each step deeper into the council’s keep brought them closer to Kael—and closer to the decision that would shape the future of their world. “I don’t trust them,” Aria whispered, keeping her voice low despite the absence of anyone nearby. “They’re looking for a reason to get rid of him.” Elandra’s response was quiet but firm. “They fear him. And you. Fear is a dangerous motivator, Aria. But it can be turned.” The hallway opened into a cold chamber lit by a series of magical runes inscribed in a perfect circle on the floor. Guards stood in disciplined silence on either side of a reinforced cell. Within the prison, Kael sat shirtless, his torso wrapped in bandages, a fresh cut across his temple. His eyes lit up when he saw Aria, t

The skies over Mooncrest Pack were choked with dark clouds, casting the forest in an unnatural twilight. The scent of rain mingled with the metallic tang of dried blood—a grim reminder of the skirmishes now plaguing the outer borders. Patrols returned weary and bloodied, and healers worked tirelessly in makeshift infirmaries across the estate. Yet at the heart of it all, in the center of the grand stone keep, sat Aria, torn between duty and the whirlwind of emotions threatening to unravel her. Kael’s trial had been postponed for three days—a political move, no doubt, as the High Council scrambled to assess the sudden wave of Crimson Fang attacks. But Aria knew better. They were stalling, weighing the consequences of executing one of the most powerful Alphas alive. And Kael, even behind bars, remained a threat to their crumbling order. She stared at the burning hearth in the council chamber, flanked by Elandra and Alpha Rowan. Across from them sat three representatives from the High