All Chapters of THE COLD WOLF'S MATE : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kael’s POVThe morning of the blue moon dawned sharp and cold, the kind of chill that seeped into bones and reminded everyone of what was at stake. My entire pack moved with a restless energy, preparing for the ritual as if the very air was heavy with expectation.And maybe it was. The blue moon came only once every decade, but this time it was more than a celebration. Tonight, Elara would either rise as the silver wolf or lose her wolf forever, and if she failed, I would lose the bond that already tethered me to her in ways I couldn’t explain.I stood at the balcony of my quarters, watching as pack members carried baskets of herbs, jars of oils, and bowls of water blessed by the priestesses. Smoke from early fires curled into the sky, sharp with the scent of sage and cedar. The grounds were already being decorated with symbols of the goddess—woven silver threads, crescent-shaped stones, and runes etched into the soil with salt.Behind me, a soft rustle pulled me from my thoughts.Ela

Elara’s POVDarkness.It swallowed me whole, cold and endless, as though the moment I collapsed, the world itself had ceased to exist. At first, I thought I had died—that the pain of the transition had devoured me entirely.But then I heard it.A steady rhythm—not quite a heartbeat, not quite footsteps. A pulse that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. It echoed deep in my chest, reverberating through the emptiness.“Elara.” Her voice, smooth as liquid silver, sharp as lightning.It was my wolf.I spun around, searching the darkness, but it was vast, infinite. “Where are you?”“Here.”The shadows rippled. From them stepped a wolf unlike any I’d ever seen. She was massive, her fur liquid silver, her eyes twin moons blazing with fierce light. She radiated power, raw and untamed—but there was something familiar too, something that felt like… me.“You,” I whispered, breathless. “You’re mine.”“I am you, and you are me.”I took a hesitant step closer. The ground beneath my f

Liora’s POVThe pack was still drunk on their howls. Their voices, thunderous and unified, rattled through the clearing as though they had forgotten who I was. Forgotten that I had stood by Kael long before this lowborn omega clawed her way into our world.Every face glowed with devotion as they bowed to her.Not me.Her.Elara, limp in Kael’s arms, silver fire still trailing faintly around her like a halo, as if the goddess herself had anointed her. The glow of her newly awakened wolf shimmered in the air, palpable, undeniable.I hated her for it.And worse—I hated Kael for the look on his face.Awe. Fierce pride. A hunger that wasn’t only desire but belonging, the kind I had begged, bled, and bartered for—and never once received.My lips stretched into a smile so sharp it almost cut my skin. If anyone saw the twist of my fingers behind my back, the way my nails carved crescents into my palms, they might have known how false it was.But I was Luna. I had been trained for this. To sm

Kael’s POVThe night sky was a black canvas, painted with silver stars that mocked my unease. My wolf, Midnight, prowled in the cage of my chest, restless. Elara still lay in the infirmary, unmoving, her wolf slowly merging with her fragile body. The bond between us thrummed in my veins like wildfire, but another weight pressed on me—the council.Before I could even sit down to plan our next moves, the High Priestess requested my presence. I didn’t like it. She rarely asked unless it was important—or bad.I couldn’t refuse.The temple smelled of sage, ash, and burning herbs. The High Priestess stood in the center, her silver robes flowing like smoke. Her eyes glowed faintly white—I already knew she had been communing with the goddess.“Alpha Kael,” she said softly, though her voice carried the weight of thunder. “You walk with both pride and shadow tonight.”I clenched my fists. “If this is about Elara, she’s fine. She just needs time.”Her gaze cut through me, sharp and unyielding. “

Elara’s POVThe quiet hum of the infirmary wrapped around me, a soothing contrast to the storm of visions and voices I had endured. For the first time in what felt like forever, there wasn’t danger looming over me—just stillness.Mara fussed over the machines, adjusting my IV line, fluffing the pillow behind my back. Her hands moved so quickly it was almost comical, like if she stopped, she might unravel.“I’m fine,” I said softly.“You say that,” she muttered, “but you’ve been unconscious for two days, Elara. Two days. You don’t just wake up and tell me you’re fine.”Her words carried more worry than anger. I glanced at her face—the dark circles under her eyes, the tension etched around her mouth. She hadn’t slept.“Mara,” I said gently, “you look worse than I do. When’s the last time you rested?”Her cheeks flushed faintly. “That doesn’t matter. You’re the one hooked up to machines, not me.”I couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at my lips. “It does matter. I’ll be fine. Light is