Semua Bab Mated Twice: A Wolf’s Dilemma: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Word of their survival traveled faster than fire.Within a day, ravens flew across the northern ridges.By nightfall, spy flares bloomed in the sky.And by morning, the Four Alpha Lords had called an emergency council in Vire Hollow.They were told Racheal had died in Hollowdeep.That Pyra had claimed the prophecy.That the flame was contained.They were wrong.---Racheal and her sister walked into the Assembly’s chamber with ash-streaked skin, matching marks still hot on their palms, and fire in their veins.Kade and Alec flanked them like twin sentinels.Mira carried a single scroll—the updated prophecy, rewritten in flame-ink.The room fell to stunned silence.Corin of Redfang stood slowly. “This… isn’t possible.”Vana of the Iron Tundra whispered, “You’re both alive?”Racheal’s gaze swept the room. “No. We’re not just alive. We’re awakened.”---The Assembly leaders had prepared for a threat. A weapon. A reckoning.They weren’t prepared for two wolves reborn.Lady Elide of Nights

Mira ran.Her boots slipped over iced roots and jagged stone, cloak tangled in wind and frost, lungs burning with every breath.But she didn’t stop.Because in her satchel, beneath runes of concealment, lay the sealed scroll—the one she stole from the Assembly war table.She didn’t understand all of it.But she understood this:> Cassian Vire was coming.And he wasn’t coming alone.---Snow lashed her face as she crossed the Bloodhowl Ravine, the narrow bridge creaking underfoot. Thunder cracked far off to the east—a storm chasing her shadow.She had a head start.But not by much.She knew Cassian. She studied him once, before the purge.The Beta they erased from the history books.The one who disappeared when the godflames were first sealed.He had no rank now.But he had power.And worse, he had followers.---By the time Mira reached the Hollowdeep border, her legs were shaking.Wolves howled in the distance—not Sanctuary wolves.She cursed under her breath.Then reached into her s

The forest was unusually still that night. No rustle of leaves. No chorus of crickets. Even the wind seemed to have stopped breathing. Racheal tightened her cloak around her shoulders as she followed the narrow path deeper into the woods. Her senses were on high alert, every instinct screaming that something was wrong.Somewhere behind her, she could feel Damien’s presence—close enough to protect her, but far enough to give her the illusion of solitude. The tension between them had been thick since the incident at the council meeting. His words from earlier still echoed in her mind: “You can’t trust everyone in this pack. Not even me.”The moon hung low and swollen, bleeding pale light over the treetops. It illuminated strange claw marks etched into the bark of an old oak. Racheal knelt, brushing her fingers over the grooves. They were fresh.“This wasn’t a rogue,” Damien’s voice came from behind her, deep and controlled. “These marks… they’re a warning.”“A warning for who?” she aske

The forest swallowed the sounds of the battle behind her. Racheal’s captor moved fast, dragging her through the undergrowth with a grip like iron. Twigs snapped under their feet, and the cold night air burned her lungs as she struggled against him. When they finally stopped, he shoved her against a tree, the bark biting into her back. His hand left her mouth, but his other stayed wrapped around her wrist. Moonlight cut through the canopy just enough for her to see his face. “Ethan?” Her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger. Ethan, one of Damien’s trusted scouts, smirked like he’d been waiting for this moment. “Didn’t expect it, did you?” She tried to wrench free. “Why? You’re supposed to protect the pack—protect me.” He leaned closer, his breath reeking of blood and smoke. “Protecting the pack means removing threats. And right now, you are the biggest one.” Her mind raced. “You think I killed Roland’s brother.” “You didn’t have to,” Ethan said coldly. “All they need to believ

DamonThe first howl shattered the stillness of the night. Damon’s head snapped up, his wolf instantly pushing against his skin, demanding to run. It wasn’t just any howl — there was something wrong about it. A deep corruption, a twist of rage that didn’t belong to any pack he knew.Then he caught her scent. Faint, carried on the icy wind, but enough to make his heart slam against his ribs. Racheal.Without a thought, he shifted. Bones cracked, fur burst along his body, and the Alpha wolf took over. His paws pounded the forest floor, his ears trained on the distant echoes of the unnatural howl. Every instinct screamed at him to get to her before it was too late.But another scent was there too. Strong. Familiar. Infuriating.Lucas.---LucasLucas was already running when the howl came. He had been shadowing Racheal’s path from a different angle, keeping far enough away so she wouldn’t sense him — or so he thought. The second the sound pierced the night, he knew what it meant: trouble