Torn Between Alphas의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

The Rift did not close when Serena stepped through.It screamed.A sound like a thousand bones cracking in unison tore through the clearing, shaking the battlefield to its roots. Wolves fell to their knees, claws digging into the earth, ears flattened against their skulls as the air split open in a storm of black fire and blood-red moonlight. The shadow of the Eclipse painted everything in crimson, but the figure that emerged swallowed even that light.Serena Vale was no longer the woman they remembered.Her form flickered between flesh and fur, bone and shadow, like the world itself couldn’t decide what she was. Her skin shimmered with cracks of molten darkness, her limbs half-shifted into a monstrous wolf that seemed carved out of midnight flame. Shadows poured off her body like smoke, weaving around her in coils that reached hungrily toward the ground.And her eyes—gods, her eyes.One burned violet, the other a storm of gold and

The battlefield was still. Not silent—never silent—but suspended, like the entire forest was holding its breath. The crimson eclipse bled across the sky, its jagged cracks spreading like a shattered mirror. The air vibrated with an otherworldly hum, the resonance so low Elias thought his ribs might splinter from the pressure.And then he heard it.Elias.Her voice wasn’t carried on the wind. It wasn’t spoken aloud. It was inside him—soft, desperate, achingly familiar. Serena.His knees nearly buckled. His wolf surged forward in his chest, howling her name with a mix of relief and terror. Around him, the wolves of Silver Ridge tensed, their hackles raised as if they had felt something too, though not the way he had.Lucian’s amber eyes snapped to him instantly. They narrowed, sharp as blades, reading every tremor of Elias’s body. “You heard her,” Lucian growled, his tone equal parts accusation and hunger.Elias forced air into his lungs. “She’s alive.”“No,” Lucian corrected, stepping

The moment Serena’s hand brushed the throne, the Rift convulsed. It was not light. It was not shadow. It was both, crashing together like two oceans colliding in a storm. The air tore open with a sound that was neither thunder nor howl, but something older, deeper, and crueler. The battlefield outside buckled under the force—wolves staggered, their ears bleeding, their instincts shrieking that something had been unleashed. Elias hit the ground hard, his claws raking the earth as he tried to steady himself. His chest heaved, his storm-wolf snarling inside him as the bond with Serena flared white-hot, then twisted, burning, as though a second presence had latched onto it. Across from him, Lucian roared, his fire-wolf glowing crimson as he was hurled backward into a line of his own men. They scattered like leaves under the blast, but he rose instantly, his eyes not on Elias this time—but on the sky.

The battlefield was silent.Where moments before there had been war cries, clashing steel, the snarls of wolves tearing at each other’s throats—now there was only stillness. A suffocating stillness broken only by the whisper of ash drifting across charred ground. The Rift had imploded, leaving a jagged scar across the land. The chains of Fenris had been torn apart, but instead of victory, despair reigned.Above them, the moon hung black.It was no longer silver, no longer the guiding light of the Goddess. Its face had darkened like an eclipse frozen in place, radiating a cold, suffocating energy that pressed down on every living thing. Wolves whimpered in the shadows, their forms flickering as if their shifts were being torn from them. Some fell to the ground, clutching their chests, their bonds to the moon unraveling strand by strand.Elias stumbled forward, blood matting his skin and fur. His golden eyes searched the heavens desperately. Ser

The battlefield was no longer a battlefield. It was a graveyard waiting to happen.The Herald of the Crown stood at its center, towering and terrible, cloaked in shadows that swirled like a storm made flesh. Its face was a mask of obsidian, carved with lines of fire, and its eyes burned like hollow moons. When it spoke, the very air rippled with its command.“Bow.”The word cracked like thunder. Wolves all around collapsed, their knees buckling before they could resist. Some shifted unwillingly, bones snapping and reshaping with sickening cracks. A few howled in agony as shadows seeped into their skin, twisting them into half-formed creatures—mockeries of themselves.Even the strongest faltered. Elias’s wolf staggered, claws digging into the earth to resist. Lucian’s amber eyes flared, his chest heaving as his wolf strained against the compulsion. Only Serena remained untouched—her body slumped between the waking world