Semua Bab Lycan's Mate : Bab 121 - Bab 130

*Starblood Dungeon – Night*The Starblood dungeons had grown colder with the changing of the moon. Water trickled down the stone walls, settling in the rough grooves below. Chains rattled softly whenever Lesley moved—a restless, predatory sort of pacing even though she could barely take two steps before the silver bit her skin.She had counted the hours by those drips. Counted the days by the rotations of guards. Counted every whispered rumor she overheard as they passed, piecing together the mood outside these walls. Wolves were growing uneasy. Silver Fang had been too quiet. The Flame’s power was growing. And Ryder—Ryder was absent more and more, consumed by duties beyond Starblood pack.She smiled faintly to herself. Absence was fertile soil for doubt.From the far corner, Aria watched her, legs curled beneath her like a cat. The maid’s once-soft hands were blistered from menial tasks, but her sharp tongue was as quick as ever. “You are smiling again,” Aria murmured. “Planning anot

*Moonlit Forest — Starblood Territory*Ryder crouched low at the ridge’s edge, every sense sharpened. Around him, his chosen wolves waited; Luca, Ethan, Alia, Thalia, and two Greenwood scouts. Their breath misted in the cold night, the only sound beneath the distant call of an owl.George had been sighted near the eastern borders three nights ago. A scent trail, half-stale but distinct, had wound toward the old hunting grounds. Ryder had followed it relentlessly, fury and duty tangled inside him. Tonight, it will end. The thought of George—once a trusted beta of Moonlight pack, once a familiar scent at Crystal’s side—sent a knife of betrayal through Ryder’s chest. Every step he took tonight carried the weight of promises… to his mate, to his pack, to every wolf George had endangered.He motioned silently, and the group fanned out like shadows. Aiden, restless beneath Ryder’s skin, pushed forward, eager for the chase. Steady, Ryder warned his wolf. We need him alive. The bond between A

*Starblood Keep – Night*The great hall of Starblood had been cleared for war council again, the long table now scarred by claws and etched with hurried markings from a dozen frantic strategy sessions. Outside, the wind blew around the walls, carrying with it the smell of distant smoke—a reminder that Silver Fang’s reach was growing.Crystal stood at Ryder’s side, shoulder to shoulder with him as more Alphas filed in, their faces taut with exhaustion. Her fingers brushed the edge of the map spread across the table, tracing roads and borders she had memorized but now seemed fragile under her touch. Alpha Thorne entered last. He moved with the same calm gravity that had made him Greenwood’s unchallenged king for generations, but Crystal noticed the faint stiffness in his gait—a wolf who had fought too many battles and carried too many memories. His eyes, bright and wild even now, locked on Ryder before sweeping across the gathered faces.“Another border burned,” he said without preambl

*Moonlight Territory – Pre-Dawn*Crystal’s boots sank slightly into the wet soil as she and Ryder emerged from the pines at the ridge overlooking Moonlight’s wooden stockade. Torches glimmered weakly along the walls, their flames swallowed by haze. She drew in a sharp breath—the place where she had been scorned, cast aside, now stood on the edge of destruction.Aiden shifted under Ryder’s skin. The High Alpha scanned the valley, golden eyes narrowing. Beside them, Alpha Darius crouched low, his scarred hands pressed to the ground as if feeling tremors through the earth. Evren hovered near, expression unreadable, though his wolf’s energy prickled the air.“They’re moving,” Darius murmured.From the east, a distant horn wailed, the same sound that had haunted battlefields. Wolves stiffened. Through the fog, the first shapes appeared… Silver Fang banners cutting through the mist, rows upon rows of dark-furred warriors marching silent and sure. The horns answered from the west and north—a

*Moonlight Pack — Collapsing North Wall, Nightfall*The breach roared open Moonlight’s defenses. Wolves fought in chaotic clusters—claws raking, and war cries drowning in the sounds of collapsing timber.Crystal’s barrier of fire flared, holding the line for a while longer. But she could already feel the strain—every second the Flame burned in her palms stole another breath from her lungs. Her chest heaved, smoke stinging her throat. She forced more heat into the gap, sealing off three rogues that clawed for the opening. They fell back, yelping as fire curled around their tails.Behind her, George’s voice cut through the uproar. “Crystal!”She spun toward him as George stepped through the smoke. Ashes streaked his fur and the tatters of his cloak, and his jaw was set in a hard line.“George.” Her voice cracked. She remembered his smirk at the wedding feast, the cold sting of his rejection under the watch of the pack members. The words still hurt, even now.He stalked closer, dodging a