Semua Bab Lycan's Mate : Bab 131 - Bab 140

*Moonlight Pack — Smoldering Grounds, Dawn*The smell of smoke still clung to the air, long after the last flames had died. Dawn’s light spilled over Moonlight’s once-proud territory, but the sunrise felt hollow, its warmth unable to touch the ruin below.Where strong walls had stood, there were splintered beams jutting out. The training yard—where pups had once laughed and warriors had sparred—was nothing but ashes and shattered stone. The great hall, heart of the pack’s gatherings, was a blackened shell.Crystal stood among the wreckage, her boots crunching charcoal. Her heart felt as fragile as the burned-out remains. She had seen battles before—she had bled in Greenwood, she had burned Silver Fang wolves when there was no other choice—but this… this was home destroyed.Ryder stepped up behind her, golden eyes scanning the horizon for movement. His wolf, Aiden, prowled restlessly just beneath his skin, furious and protective. Ryder’s arm brushed against her shoulder, grounding her

*Starblood Pack — Healer’s Den, Night Deepens*The healer’s den had grown quieter since dusk settled fully. The wounded had drifted into uneasy sleep, their shallow breaths and faint groans echoing beneath the low rafters. Outside, the pack’s guards paced the treeline with wary eyes. Crystal sat against Ryder’s cot, her fingers tangled with his. His breathing was steadier now, but every time he winced in his sleep, guilt dug claws into her chest. Aelira was quiet within her, subdued after the firestorm, but Crystal could still feel the wolf’s vigilance—ears pricked, ready to answer any threat. She glanced at Luca’s bandaged arm across the room and at Alia dozing beside Ethan, her head resting lightly on his shoulder.The den smelled of healing herbs and smoke, a mingling of comfort and destruction. Each groan from a wounded wolf felt like a reminder of what her power had cost. Crystal brushed her thumb over Ryder’s knuckles, drawing small circles. I almost lost him. The thought struc

*Outskirts, Nightfall*The forest swallowed them whole. Lesley ran until her lungs burned, her dress were torn by thorns, her wrists still raw from where Starblood’s dungeon chains had dug into her skin. Behind her, Aria kept pace, silent but sharp-eyed.They knew Starblood's guards would have discovered the broken locks and empty cells. Somewhere, Ryder and Crystal would be gathering hunters. But for now, they were ghosts in the woods, vanishing into the dark.Lesley’s chest ached, but her anger burned hotter than her exhaustion. Each twig that cracked under her boots fed her rage. Ryder’s mate. Crystal. The Flame. Always her name on their lips. Always the girl who wasn’t her.They reached a stream, its surface glittering faintly under the moon. Lesley paused only long enough to cup water into her mouth. The chill stung her cracked lips, but she didn’t care. Aria crouched nearby, her expression unreadable.“Do you even know where we’re going?” Aria asked.Lesley wiped her mouth with

*Silver Fang Border — The Broken Stones, Dawn*The sky was streaked gray and pale red as the screams faded to quiet whimpers. Wind tore through the mist over the Broken Stones, uncovering the wreckage Elira had caused during the night.Dead wolves lay scattered among the cracked slabs, their blood seeping into grooves carved by warriors long gone. Black and jagged claw marks scarred the earth where shadow creatures had dragged bodies back through the Gate. The world smelled of copper, ashes, and the scent of the ancient dark.Roran stood stiff-backed among what was left of Silver Fang’s warriors. His fur was sticky with blood that wasn’t all his own. His Alpha’s banner still fluttered overhead, but its silver sigil looked dull against the morning light. Around him, the surviving wolves whispered—low, fearful murmurs that even the wind couldn’t carry away.Roran’s yellow eyes flicked to Elira. She stood unscathed at the heart of the stones, her dark gown untouched by dirt or blood. Sha

*The Broken stones* Ryder tore through a beast, its body dissolving into smoke at his claws. He wheeled, scanning for Crystal. She was all light and fire at the heart of the battlefield. Luca and Thalia flanked her, their wolves ripping through the smaller shadows trying to flank her. “Hold the line!” Darius’s voice thundered across the field. Shadow Pack warriors closed ranks, shielding Greenwood archers who were already re-stringing their bows. Evren’s wolf darted past Ryder, slamming into a shadow creature twice his size. Then, through the chaos, a new scent cut through the air—familiar, and bitter. Ryder froze, nostrils flaring. George. Crystal felt it too. From the mist’s edge, a figure emerge—George. His wolf flickered at the edges of his form as he strode forward, his face shadowed, and eyes hollow. Behind him, Alpha Williams fought three shadow beasts at once. “George!” Ryder’s growl split the air. “Stand down. This isn’t your fight anymore.” George’s lips curved slight