Torn Between Alphas의 모든 챕터: 챕터 111 - 챕터 120

The mountains rose like jagged teeth against the blood-drenched sky. The eclipse still burned above them, though thinner now, its crimson hue bleeding into the horizon as if the heavens themselves had been torn open. Serena trudged forward through the crumbling path, Lucian and Elias flanking her like two shadows with teeth, neither willing to break stride, neither willing to yield.Yet it wasn’t the silence between them that unsettled her most. It was the way the world itself seemed to bend in her wake.The forest below had gone silent hours ago, the rivers they’d crossed had rippled black as if ink poisoned their waters, and the winds carried whispers that curled around her ears like smoke. They weren’t words exactly, but they knew her name. Serena. Onyx. Eclipse.Every step forward pulled her Onyx wolf tighter against her skin, like it was dragging her toward something only it could see. The mark across her wrist burned faintly, the pulse of

The darkness didn’t retreat.It thickened.Shadows clung to the trees, bleeding into the earth, choking the night air until even the moon seemed smothered. The world itself bent beneath the weight of Serena’s power. The crimson eclipse hung heavy in the sky, but its light was devoured by the storm of shadows curling around her body like living flame.Lucian’s chest heaved, his amber eyes wide, locked on her as though she were a god stepped into flesh. His claws dug into the dirt, torn between bowing and fighting the pull of something greater than him. Elias stood rigid, his wolf form half-shifted, lips curled, his blue eyes burning with fear and devotion all at once.Serena breathed in. The air tasted of iron, ash, and destiny. Her body no longer felt like her own—it was larger, stronger, carrying a heartbeat that wasn’t just hers. The Onyx wolf lived inside her, but no longer as a cage-rattling prisoner. It was fused to her ve

The clearing had become a battlefield of light and shadow.The first of the moon-born champions descended with a roar that made the earth quake. Its form was a wolf, but not like any Serena had ever seen. Its fur glowed like liquid silver, each strand shimmering with a cruel, holy light. Its eyes burned white, twin stars carved into its skull. The other wolves followed, massive as titans, their paws leaving trails of starlight as they spread out in a crescent arc, caging Serena and her companions inside their killing ground.The Hunt had begun.Elias shifted instantly, silver-gray fur bristling, his muscles coiled like steel wires ready to snap. His wolf’s eyes glimmered, catching the reflection of the blood eclipse overhead, and for a heartbeat, Serena saw something almost ancient in him—like he had been born to stand against gods.Lucian didn’t wait. With a growl that shook the clearing, he hurled himself forward, already half-shifted. Bones cracked and elongated, black fur explodin

The battlefield was silent.Not the quiet of peace, but the suffocating hush that follows devastation—where even the wind seems afraid to move. Smoke drifted in thin ribbons across the clearing, the last embers of the Moonfall firestorm still glowing faintly against the scorched earth. Wolves, Alphas, and Council remnants alike stood frozen, their eyes locked on the figure at the center of the ruin.Serena.She stood tall, unbowed, her hair whipping in the faint night breeze. The crimson eclipse still blazed overhead, bleeding across her features in a light too sharp, too otherworldly to be mortal. Her skin shimmered faintly, like veins of starlight ran beneath the surface. Shadows flickered in her eyes, shifting like smoke, while a faint pulse of violet bled into the glow of her irises.The hybrid wolf was gone.Or so it seemed.No twisted monster loomed beside her now, no skeletal silhouette of a corrupted beast. Yet no one dared bre

The first howl was enough to silence the battlefield.It wasn’t like the snarls of the Nightfang warriors or the thunderous cries of Silver Ridge—it was older, sharper, as if it had been pulled from the marrow of the earth itself. The sound carried frost in its edges, piercing through flesh and bone, chilling Serena to her very core.The trees bent under the force of it. Leaves withered and blackened in the crimson glow of the eclipse.And then the shadows split.From the rift behind the Shadow Throne poured the wolves—wolves of no flesh and no true form, their bodies sculpted from fog and bone-light. Their eyes blazed silver, hollow and endless, and their paws left frostfire scars on the earth with every step. They moved in silence, except for the low hum that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.Spirit wolves. Predators born not of blood, but of hunger.“By the moon…” Elias’s voice