บททั้งหมดของ Dragon’s Mark:His Dragonheart Mate : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

CHAPTER 71 – Whispers in the WindThe echo of Azeriel’s words still lingered in the morning air. Rowan let her eyes rest on the warm horizon, trying to hold that peaceful feeling for as long as she could. The fire in her chest was calm, almost silent, as if agreeing with him. A new dawn. A new beginning.But the wind changed.It swept across the summit in a sharp sweep, colder than it should have been. Rowan straightened and looked around. “Did you feel that?”Azeriel nodded, brow tightening. “Something shifted.”Kai was climbing the last stretch toward them, but even from a distance Rowan could see him pause and scan the edge of the mountain. He reached them with a frown. “The wind is carrying something strange. Not danger exactly. More like a warning.”Rowan listened, letting the fire in her settle. She felt nothing hostile, yet there was a pull, like someone far away was calling without sound. She turned toward the east, unsure why.Then she saw it.A figure walked along the ridge

CHAPTER 73 – Ashborne RisingAzeriel clenches his fist. “If she’s hiding anything… we’ll know soon enough.”Rowan hears the doubt in his voice but she doesn’t answer. The village behind them is settling again, though the fear still hangs in the air. She watches the last bit of smoke curl upward before turning toward the ridge. “Let’s get back before Kai starts thinking we got ourselves trapped.”Azeriel gives a short nod and they walk up the slope, the wind pushing at their backs. Rowan keeps replaying the sight of the villagers running in fear. It was too clean, too controlled. Not meant to destroy but to scare. Someone was sending a warning.When they reach the clearing where they split earlier, Kai and Lyra are already waiting. Kai looks tense, like he has been pacing. Lyra’s eyes dart between them, searching their expressions. “You saw the fire,” she says quietly.Rowan nods. “It wasn’t an accident. They wanted the village to panic.”Kai crosses his arms. “Then they’re getting bol

CHAPTER 75 – Allies and BetrayalsA soft wind moves through the broken village, carrying the sharp scent of burned wood. Rowan steadies her breath as the last echo of Cindar’s threat fades from her ears. The fire wielder had vanished into the smoke, leaving only the heavy warning behind him.Rowan wipes soot from her cheek and looks over her shoulder. “We need to regroup. Now.”Azeriel’s flames dim as he shakes out his hand. “He was sent to test us. Nothing more.”Kai jogs toward them from where he had chased off the last stray Ashborne scout. “And they learned way too much from that test. That man knew how to handle fire. I’ve never seen someone fight like that.”Lyra stands a few paces away, clutching her cloak tight around her throat. She looks shaken but not surprised. “Cindar is one of Malach’s closest. If he’s moving, it means the main force isn’t far behind.”Rowan looks around at the frightened villagers gathering buckets, guiding children, checking their wounded. Smoke linger

CHAPTER 77 – Shattered TrustThe summit was quiet when Rowan, Azeriel, and Lyra returned, the wind carrying a faint trace of smoke from the distant Ashborne camp. The sun was low, casting long shadows across the veins of the Fire Source. Rowan let her fire flicker gently in her hands, trying to calm the restless energy inside her.Azeriel stood apart, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes scanning the horizon. “I still don’t trust her,” he muttered, voice low but sharp.Rowan glanced at him, feeling the tension coil between them. “She helped us survive,” she said softly. “Without Lyra, we might not have even made it back.”Kai, ever the mediator, stepped forward. “Survival isn’t the same as loyalty. We all know that.”Rowan tilted her head, watching Lyra adjust her cloak nervously. “I know your caution, Azeriel. I do. But judging her solely on what you think she might do isn’t helping anyone.”Azeriel’s gaze didn’t leave Lyra. “I don’t need to guess. I can see it in her eyes. She’s hiding som

CHAPTER 79 – The Gathering StormRowan’s boots crunched against the gravel path as they climbed toward the summit. The hidden path behind them had kept them safe, but the tension in the air was heavier than any mountain wind she had felt before. Lyra moved silently beside her, eyes scanning the treeline below, while Azeriel’s steps were deliberate, his hands flickering with low fire, almost as if he couldn’t shake the feeling of danger creeping in.“The Ashborne aren’t just scouts anymore,” Lyra said quietly. “They’re gathering. And this time, it won’t be a small raid.”Azeriel’s jaw tightened. “I can feel it. Their fire… it’s organized. Focused. Almost like they’re channeling it through someone higher up. Malach.”Rowan’s gaze shifted toward the summit. The veins of the Fire Source pulsed faintly, a rhythm that had once been chaotic, now steady but subtly warning. She swallowed. “It’s not just an army they’re forming. They’re planning something bigger. Something dangerous. The mounta