All Chapters of THE COLD WOLF'S MATE : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Liora’s PovI wasn’t going to give up without a fight.Not after everything I had clawed, bled, and sacrificed for.The flames crackled in the courtyard, wild and gold. It was Elara’s flame. and they mocked me. The prophecy, the Council, even the stars seemed to whisper her name, not mine. But I would not yield to a frightened girl who barely knew what power was.The shockwave from the shattered crest still trembled through the air, making the ground quake beneath my feet. The sigils on my arms flared and burned, the spell unraveling faster than I could contain it. I bit back a cry as magic lashed through my veins, raw and chaotic.“Liora!” one of the councilmen shouted, crawling toward me through the smoke. “The bond, she broke it……”“Silence!” I snapped, my voice sharp as a blade. “Do you think the moon bows to fire?!”But even as I said it, I felt the truth burning into my bones. The council’s magic had turned unstable. Their loyalty was breaking like thin glass. Kael had seve

Elara’s POV By the time the sun fully crested the horizon, the courtyard had begun to breathe again. The night’s ruin still clung to the stones but through it all, life was returning. Wolves emerged from the shadows, their eyes wary but hopeful. The sky, once choked by flame and prophecy, now shone pale gold.Kael stood at my side, his arm brushing mine, quiet and steady. He hadn’t said much since dawn, but he didn’t need to. Every time our gazes met, the same understanding passed between us, we had survived, but survival came with its own reckoning.I turned when I heard soft footsteps approaching.“Storm,” I breathed.The pack’s healer, his dark hair streaked with ash and silver, crossed the courtyard with a limp, his satchel of herbs slung across his shoulder. Behind him was Milo, Kael’s third-in-command, his usual grin replaced by something sober and watchful. They both looked worn but alive.Storm dropped to one knee beside Liora, who lay propped against a broken pillar. H

Elara’s POV Peace feels strange.It’s been only two days since the Council chamber fell silent for the last time, and already the air smells different. The courtyard no longer hums with the tension of whispered alliances or watchful eyes. Instead, I hear laughter, real laughter. Wolves training in the open field again, children chasing each other through the grass.For the first time in what feels like forever, I can breathe without waiting for the next fight.The morning sun hung low, warm on my shoulders as I walked along the stone path toward the stream behind the packhouse. Kael had gone ahead earlier, promising to meet me there. I could already hear him before I saw him, his voice low and rough with amusement as Milo argued with Storm about something that clearly didn’t matter.“You can’t teach pups to spar by bribing them with honeycakes,” Storm said, exasperated.“Why not?” Milo countered. “It worked on me when I was six.”“That explains a lot,” Kael muttered, and I heard t

Elara’s POVTwo days. That’s all the time left before the full moon and before everything changes.The rain had stopped by morning, leaving the world washed clean. The courtyard was already filled with voices when Kael and I stepped outside. Wolves from every pack gathered, their breath misting in the cool air, anticipation thick enough to taste.Today, we would choose the new Circle, the ones who would lead the four regions under the new order. The old Council was gone, its corruption burned with the war. What rose now had to be different.Kael’s hand brushed mine briefly as we approached the center of the courtyard. “Ready?” he murmured.“Not even close,” I whispered back, though I smiled anyway.Storm was already waiting, arms crossed, his hair braided tight against his head. “You’re late,” he said, though there was no bite in his tone.“You just got here early,” I countered.Storm’s mouth twitched. “Typical Luna response.”“I’m not Luna yet,” I reminded him. “Two more days.”Mil

Elara’s POVThe morning came quietly for what it meant.Dawn spilled over the mountains in slow, golden waves, painting the courtyard below in light. The full moon had set hours ago, its power still humming faintly in the air, a residue of something ancient and untamed. I stood by the window, watching as the pack began to wake. As the warriors moved through the grounds, banners were raised, and the scent of fresh pine and damp earth filled the air.It was coronation day.And yet, nothing stirred inside me. No fear, no excitement. It was just calm. A strange, almost fragile calm, as if the world itself was holding its breath.Kael was already gone when I woke, no surprise there. He thrived in duty, in action. I’d felt the imprint of his warmth beside me on the bed, long faded, but his scent still lingered. It steadied me.I turned from the window and began to dress. The ceremonial robe laid across the chair gleamed silver-white, threaded with symbols of unity, with four rings interwov