《Marked By The Moon: Tied To The Four Alphas》全部章節：第 101 章 - 第 110 章

PRESIDENT RYDERI slowly regained consciousness, groggily opening my eyes to find myself in a dimly lit room. The pack healers were gathered around me, their hands glowing with a soft, pulsing light as they channeled their power to mend my wounds.I felt a wave of relief wash over me as their energy coursed through my body, repairing the damage that had been done. My muscles relaxed, my breathing steadied, and my mind cleared.The attack from that omega beast wolf had been brutal, and I could feel the lingering effects of the poison that Eya had injected into Lucian's system. But the pack healers were working tirelessly to purge the toxin from my system.As their power continued to flow through me, I felt my body start to repair itself. My strength began to return, my senses sharpened, and my thoughts clarified.But despite the healing energy, I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt and worry that had been weighing on me. Lucian had been taken by the wolf, and I had been unable to s

PRESIDENT RYDERI grunted, the pressure of the elder's domain making it hard to speak. "The academy... was under attack," I managed to get out.The elder in red robes leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "And?" he prompted, his voice cold and unforgiving.I sighed, feeling a weight of guilt and responsibility. "I failed to protect the students... and Lucian was taken."The elders' faces were shocked, their eyes wide with surprise and concern. They exclaimed in unison, their voices overlapping as they spoke.The yellow elder stopped his domain, and I was able to breathe again. "How is this possible?" he asked, his voice laced with incredulity. "What origin is the beast that attacked the academy? Was it one of Darius'?"I hesitated, knowing that the truth would not be easy to hear. "It was a level 200 and counting omega wolf," I replied, my voice steady. "And yes, I believe it was sent by Darius."“An omega wolf?” The elders' faces turned grave, their expressions darkening with anger and

PRESIDENT RYDERThe blade kept descending."Y-yield," I choked out, the word tasting like ash and defeat. "I yield! Please!"For one eternal second, nothing changed. The **Heaven-Splitting Judgment** continued its slow, merciless descent. The cuts in the air deepened, slicing through my clothes until they hung in tatters, scoring fresh lines across my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the annihilation, for the moment that blade of condensed judgment would bisect me from head to heart.Then it stopped.The hum vanished. The pressure lifted. The terrifying weight that had pinned me to the shattered marble courtyard evaporated so suddenly I nearly collapsed forward into the pool of my own blood.I forced my eyes open, gasping. The colossal blade of light was gone. The tear in the sky above the Sanctum was sealing itself, the jagged crimson rift stitching closed until only the normal night and the real moon remained. The red half-moon that had hung behind the wolf dissolved like

LUCIANI don't know how long I was out. The first thing I registered was the cold. Not the sharp bite of winter air, but the deep, seeping cold of stone that had never seen sunlight. It had sunk into my bones, into my marrow, until my own blood felt like ice water. My cheek was pressed against it, the rough texture biting into my skin. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed behind my eyes, and my limbs felt like they belonged to someone else—heavy, distant, useless.I tried to move my fingers. Nothing. Just a phantom twinge, like my nerves were sending messages through wet sand. The poison. Eya's poison. It was still there, a sluggish sludge in my veins, keeping me chained to the floor.Then the light. It filtered down from somewhere high above, thin and grey and weak. Morning. It had to be morning. Which meant hours. Hours I’d been unconscious, sprawled on the cold dusty floor like a discarded corpse. Hours Eya had on me. Hours Darius had on me. Hours they had on Isla.Isla. The name sent a

LUCIANThe ruin held its breath. Footsteps broke the quiet—two sets, unhurried, measured. Caelan and Elias came through the broken archway together, their silhouettes cutting against the dying light. Caelan carried a bundle wrapped in wet leaves. Elias had his hands empty, but his shoulders were set the way they got when he’d finished sweeping for threats. "Coast is clear," Elias said before anyone could ask. He dropped into a crouch by the fire, eyes finding me first, cataloguing, then moving on. "We ran a five-mile sweep. Wards are up. If something with a pulse crosses them, we’ll know. For now, it’s just us." Caelan didn’t add to it. He never wasted words when action would do. He let the bundle fall beside the fire with a damp thud, then went to work on the kindling Elias had dragged in earlier. He broke branches over his knee, sharp and efficient, feeding the flames until the little fire I’d been leaning toward became a real one. Heat pushed back the dark. Shadows retreated fr