Semua Bab Marked By Fate: Bab 81 - Bab 90

We headed downstairs, the pack house quieter now, the scent of roasted meat and warm bread drifting from the kitchen.The warriors were already there, digging into plates piled high, their laughter loud and rough, a release of the day’s tension. Megan waved me over, her grin wide as she shoved a plate toward me.“Eat, Selene,” she said, her tone teasing but warm. “You look like you’re about to start chewing on the table.”I rolled my eyes, sliding into a seat beside her. “Hilarious. Try fighting monsters and running all day without food.”She smirked, nudging my shoulder. “You’re still standing, aren’t you? That’s more than most could say.”I took a bite, the food hitting my stomach like a gift, but my mind was already back in the mountain, with the runes, with Maradona and Hunter. After dinner, Darius and I climbed the stairs back to our room, the warmth of the meal still lingering in my chest. I slipped into bed, his strong arms wrapping around me, pulling me close. His steady breathi

“Form up at the border! Move!”The warriors fanned out, their movements quick and practiced, while Darius led the way, his strides long and sure. I kept pace, my heart racing, Luna stirring inside me, eager for a fight. The border wasn’t far, just past the tree line, where the pack’s territory met the wild. As we ran, I could feel it—something dark, heavy, pressing against my senses. Kasamaan’s rogues, maybe, or something worse. The staff from the vision flashed in my mind, its power still a ghost in my hands, and I wondered if I’d need it soon.We reached the border, the forest opening to a clearing where the ground was torn up, claw marks fresh in the dirt. The warriors spread out, forming a line, their growls low, claws ready. Darius stood at the front, his eyes scanning the trees, his voice steady but deadly. “How many?” he asked the warrior who’d raised the alarm.“Dozens,” the warrior said, catching his breath. “Maybe more. They’re fast, organized. Not like regular rogues.”Darius

She was alive, but whatever hit her was strong, magical. I stumbled into our room, my heart in my throat. The window was shattered, glass scattered across the floor, claw marks scarring the frame. I didn’t think—I dove through, landing hard in the dirt below, my senses sharp despite the magic trying to fog my mind. Claw marks led from the house, faint but fresh, and I followed them, my wolf snarling, desperate to find her.The trail led to the tree line, then stopped, like whoever took her had vanished.I pushed through the bond, reaching for Selene, but it was silent, empty, like she’d been cut off. “Selene!” I roared, my voice echoing through the forest, my hands shaking as I searched the ground for any sign—a broken twig, a scent, anything. Nothing. The trail was dead, and so was my hope of finding her fast.I kept moving, running from one dead end to another, my chest heaving, my mind racing. The rogues at the border, their long pause, their sudden attack—it was all a distraction.

“You’re in charge,” I said, my tone hard, leaving no room for doubt. “Round up the fallen—ours and theirs. Patch up the wounded. Keep this place locked tight.”Megan brushed her red hair back, her green eyes locking with mine. “We’ve got it under control, Darius. Go find her.”“Thanks,” I muttered, giving them a quick nod. There wasn’t time for more. I turned, letting my wolf take over, my body shifting in a rush of heat and power. Black fur rippled over me, claws sinking into the dirt as I bolted toward the trees, my group fanning out behind me.The forest swallowed us whole. Moonlight slipped through the branches, painting the ground in silver patches, but it wasn’t enough to shake the gloom. Shadows twisted everywhere, playing tricks on my eyes—every movement looked like Selene for a split second, then vanished. My ears twitched, catching the rustle of leaves, the snap of a twig, but nothing solid. My nose burned, sniffing for her scent—lavender and pine, that’s what she always sme

I tried to reach for Luna again, my wolf clawing weakly inside me, but the magic holding her back was too strong.Nora was the same, her fae spark flickering, too faint to grasp. The mindlink to Darius was silent, a void where his warmth should’ve been. I swallowed the panic rising in my throat, focusing on Rhea, on the plan I was piecing together.“Selene, what do they want?” Rhea asked, her voice trembling but curious, like she was trying to be brave.I hesitated, not wanting to scare her, but she deserved the truth. “Me,” I said softly. “They need me for some ritual, under the full moon. But they need me to agree to it.”Her eyes widened, fear flashing across her face. “You won’t, right? You won’t let them?”“No way,” I said, my voice firm, giving her the strength I was trying to find in myself. “I’m not giving them anything. We’re getting out of here, Rhea. Together.”She nodded, her small hands gripping the bars, wincing as the silver burned her. “I believe you,” she whispered, and I