Semua Bab Lycan's Mate : Bab 101 - Bab 110

*Shadow Pack — Outer Training Fields, Morning* The echoes of sparring wolves on the dirt-packed training field could be heard. Ryder stood at the edge of the field, watching Luca and Thalia exchange swift, brutal strikes. Their movements were crisp but tense, pride evident in every parry. Ethan and Alia circled the ring, murmuring to each other about the last temple trial. Crystal stood beside Ryder, Aelira humming low in the back of her mind. She felt it before she saw it—an approaching presence, frantic and clumsy. The guards at Shadow Pack’s gates shouted an alert. Two wolves—messengers, exhausted and covered in dust stumbled into the clearing. One wore the emerald insignia of Greenwood, the other the silver-and-blue of Moonlight. Ryder strode forward, golden eyes sharp. “Report.” The Greenwood messenger… young, breathing hard… fell to one knee. “High Alpha, I come from King Thorne. Silver Fang has crossed Greenwood’s border. A skirmish near Frostvale, two of ours injured.

*Shadow Pack — Alpha’s Quarters, Night*Crystal had grown used to the constant hum of wolves patrolling outside, but tonight even that seemed distant.She lay beside Ryder, tracing idle patterns over the hard lines of his chest. Each line of scar beneath her fingertips was a story of battles survived, friends lost, and promises kept. She followed them slowly, until her hand rested over his heartbeat. His golden eyes had finally closed. For a moment, she let herself believe in the fragile peace they had fought for—two warriors, scarred and stubborn, finally at rest.Aelira stirred uneasily in the back of her mind. Something is wrong.Crystal tensed, lifting her head. At first, there was nothing—just the pop of embers in the hearth. Then came a sound so soft it might have been imagined; the faintest scrape of metal against wood.She slipped from the bed in one fluid motion. Her wolf’s senses sharpened, heart pounding with shallow breath. Th

*Shadow Pack Stronghold — Courtyard, Morning*Crystal pulled her cloak tighter against the mountain chill, the weight of leaving pressing heavier than she expected. Behind her, Starblood wolves gathered preparing for their departure.Ryder stood tall in the courtyard’s center, his Alpha’s mantle stirring faintly in the cold wind. Alpha Darius faced him… the two men locked gazes, dominance flickering like lightning between them.Ryder broke the silence first. “Shadow Pack’s hospitality will not be forgotten.” His voice was even, but Crystal could hear his careful choice of words—acknowledgment without submission.Darius inclined his head, guarded but respectful. “We kept the Flame safe while she was within our walls. That does not mean Shadow Pack has forgotten the weight Starblood carries. Trouble follows your banner, Alpha Ryder.”A ripple of tension spread among the gathered wolves. Luca’s hand brushed his sword hilt. Thalia shifted her

*Starblood Pack – High Council Chamber, Night* Ryder stood at the head of the long stone table, every inch of his posture carved from authority. His golden eyes swept the gathered alphas and envoys he had summoned. Alpha Darius of Shadow Pack, tall and dark-eyed, his Beta Evren silent and watchful at his shoulder, Seer Veen representing Greenwood, her mantle still damp from the journey through rain, and two elders from Moonlight Pack… the first to answer Ryder’s summons despite their pack’s lingering shame over George’s betrayal. Crystal sat to Ryder’s right, her presence quiet but unyielding. Even now, after the trials of the northern temple and the revelations they had endured, she felt the weight of every gaze on her. She was the Flame, the living vessel of an ancient power, and though she hadn’t asked for the title, she bore it. Aelira stirred restlessly within her. “Thank you for answering my call,” Ryder said at last, his voice low but resonant. “Silver Fang has gone silent f

*Shadow Pack Borderlands — Frost River, Dusk* Frost River flowed through the foothills, late-winter ice clinging to its banks. The Starblood warriors had marched all day, paws crunching in the snow. They had been sent ahead to scout the bend where Greenwood’s maps claimed the river was shallow to provide an easy crossing for supply trains moving toward Shadow Pack territory. Ryder walked ahead, his broad shoulders dark against the fading light. Crystal kept pace beside him, her cloak hood down so the cold air could bite her cheeks and keep her awake. Her fingers brushed the hilt of her dagger absently—a habit she’d picked up since Weeping Valley. Aelira stirred within Crystal’s mind restlessly. Ryder’s golden eyes flicked to her, reading her unease without words. Luca, Thalia, Ethan, and Alia moved behind them, followed by two dozen Starblood fighters and three Shadow Pack scouts—Evren among them. The Beta of Shadow Pack looked tense. They reached the riverbank as dusk settled fu