《Marked By The Moon: Tied To The Four Alphas》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 120 章

ISLAEya fell. Not a collapse. Not a swoon. A breaking. Her knees hit the obsidian first, then her hands, but she couldn’t hold herself up. Sam’s head rolled from her grip and came to rest against her thigh, eyes still open, mouth still shaped around a word he’d never finish. The blood had stopped pumping, but it hadn’t stopped spreading. It soaked into the knees of her jeans, into the stone, into everything. Then she screamed. It wasn’t a word. It wasn’t even human. It was a sound that came from the basement of her chest, raw and wet, and it tore through the silence Darius had made. She screamed for Sam. She screamed for herself. She screamed for the deal she’d made and the price she hadn’t understood. Her whole body shook with it, shoulders caving in, fingers clawing at the stone like she could dig through it and find a different ending. Darius didn’t look at her. He made a face, like someone had started playing music he didn’t like at a restaurant. He lifted one hand and fli

EYAThe bars were cold against my cheek. Somehow, maybe because I had been in a daze. I didn’t remember being thrown in here. One second Sam’s blood was on my hands, hot and wet, and the next the two huge wolves had me by the arms, dragging me through corridors that smelled like iron and old meat. I screamed until my throat gave out. I screamed Sam’s name until the sound meant nothing. Then there was a cage door, and a shove, and the clang of metal on metal. Now there was just cold. I pulled my knees to my chest and pressed my forehead to them. My jeans were stiff with blood. His blood. It flaked off when I moved, brown now, not red. It was in my hair. Under my nails. I could taste it when I breathed. I couldn’t look at the walls. The cage was small, maybe eight feet by eight, set into the same black stone as the throne room. There were others down the hall. Empty. Waiting. The torch in the corridor threw bars of light across the floor, across my legs. They looked like more chains

CAELANThe water didn’t splash when the oar broke it. It swallowed. Each stroke was a fight, like the sea itself didn’t want us to cross. Black, thick, and wrong, it clung to the wood and tried to pull it under. The island grew ahead of us by inches. The faction walls rose higher, black against a black sky, and the wolves on the shore were standing now. All of them. Shoulder to shoulder. Not moving. Not howling. Just watching as we were approaching. Lucian sat at the other end of the boat. He hadn’t said a word since we pushed off. He was watching the island too, but not the walls. Not the wolves. He was looking past them, like he could see through stone and distance and find her. Maybe he could. The mark on his neck was still red, still raised. I could see it from here. Jealousy was a knife I’d been holding for hours. It turned in my gut every time I looked at him. He got to her first. He got to be the one who didn’t hesitate. He got to be the one she’d call for in the dark. I

ISLAHis fingers were still hooked in the torn edge of my shirt. "So," Darius said again, slower this time, like he was tasting the words and finding them bitter. "You’ve been marked?!" He didn’t wait for an answer. He shoved me back. My knees hit the stone because the black thing in my veins decided I wasn’t allowed to stand anymore. I caught myself with my hands. The obsidian was wet with something. I didn’t look to see what. Darius turned away from me like I’d ceased to exist. His face was a mask again. The surprise was gone, buried under cold calculation. "You," he said, pointing at the two guards still on their knees. Blood ran down the first one’s face and dripped onto the floor. "Get up. Get to the outskirts. Now. All of you. Seal the perimeter. No one enters. Especially not the Alpha brothers. If they’re coming from the east, drown the marsh. Flood the paths. I don’t care how many you lose. Keep them out." The guards scrambled up. One of them was still half-shifted, his m

ISLAThe air was broken. It wasn’t just the sound. It was the air itself. Every molecule between the cove and the sky had been torn and stitched back wrong. It tasted like copper and burnt ozone and it scraped my throat when I breathed. I was on my knees in the bottom of the boat. I didn’t remember falling. The black thing in my veins had decided standing wasn’t allowed. My hands were braced on the metal floor. My knuckles were white. Above me, the night wasn’t night anymore. Elias-and-Jace stood in the crater their fight had made. Twelve feet of fused Alpha, fur crackling with lightning that didn’t come from the sky. It came from them. From the ground up. From the core of the island. It poured out of their paws and ran up their legs and gathered in their chest like a second heart. Their eyes—Jace’s green, Elias’s brown—were gone. There was only white. Only storm. Darius was across from them. His white fur was matted with blood and light. He wasn’t healing as fast now. The cuts