Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Haven Of Shadows : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Zenith's POVLater, when we drive down the winding path toward the small wooden villa, the new one, I can feel it. Before I even step out of the car. Something stirs. The same way my blood had buzzed that night the seal broke.But here, it does not feel sharp. It feels welcoming. Like the land recognizes me. Like the roots beneath the soil know who I am. I step out of the car barefoot and walk slowly toward the door. Everything is silent. Then… a breeze swirls around me. It feels warm and Soft. And with it, the faintest scent of dried herbs. Lavender. Mugwort. Eucalyptus.I stop at the edge of the porch and run my fingers along the wood. Images flash in my mind. A stone bowl. Silver needles drying on a cloth. A woman humming. A younger version of me crushing something green with a spoon. I blink, and the vision vanishes. But my heart stays clenched.I stand at the edge of the ridge trail, barefoot, Alejandro's hoodie draped over me like a second skin. The mountain breeze tugs gently a

Inferno's POVTime is a strange thing when you are as old as I am. You stop counting in years and start measuring in pulses, the breaths between death and destiny, the space between a heartbeat and a howl. And right now, the world holds its breath. Because the Crownless Wolf lives. And his heart is tethered to the light.I am Inferno. Spirit-wolf of ancient blood, bound by oath to the heir of two kingdoms. And I have lied. Well, it is a harmless little diversion, not exactly a lie. The enemies search Alaska. Because I led them there.They sniff the wrong trees, stalk the wrong wind. My magic has stretched across continents, veiling their senses in glacial mirages and snowbound echoes. As far as every tracker, every hunter, and every would-be predator knows, Alejandro Wolfgang is ice-bound, tucked away in the frozen wilderness. But he is not. He is here. In Nevada. In the shadow of forgotten woods, near the old DoeWat Ridge, a place that still hums with remnants of the healer's magic.

Zenith’s POVAt first, there is nothing. Only the hush of sleep.But then the air shifts. I feel it before I see it, warmth brushing against my skin, like the whisper of a summer wind passing through an open door. The darkness fades around me, slow and tender, and I realize I am standing in the middle of a clearing I have never seen before, but somehow remember.Moonlight drapes across the earth, covering it with its ethereal glow. The trees surrounding me are tall, and ancient. Their branches stretch high above, laced with silver leaves that glow softly with each breeze. Beneath my bare feet, the moss feels warm. Alive. Breathing.Something pulses in the earth. A heartbeat. Not mine. Not Alejandro’s but something older, and deeper. I turn slowly and I see him.He steps out from between the trees with the grace of starlight and shadow. His massive, fur like burning midnight, streaked with threads of ember and ash. His eyes are molten gold. Fire. Fury. And something else. Recognition,

Alejandro’s POV Although she is quieter after the dream, she is not withdrawn. Just… thoughtful. Her light has not dimmed, but it has shifted, like moonlight being drawn inward. I watch her trace soft spirals in the condensation of her tea glass, her mind somewhere far away. Something inside me tightens.So I stand, brush a hand along her shoulder, and murmur, “Come on. I’ve got something to show you.” Her eyes flick up. Curious. A little wary. But she trusts me. She always does. “Do I need shoes?” she asks. I grin. “It’s me, Zenith. When have I ever required shoes?” That earns a breathy laugh. And just like that, the sun peeks through again.The drive is short. Down the winding ridge path, past a thicket of whispering evergreens, to a fork barely visible from the main road. The trail is narrow, half-choked with wildflowers and pine needles, but I know every bend. I mapped it myself. She leans forward in her seat as the car rounds the final turn, eyes wide. And there it is. Plot Thir

Inferno’s POVThe moment the wards tremble, I know. The threads of ancient magic I spun around the villa shiver, not break, no, nothing so crude, but they shift, like the faint rattle of a door not fully locked. It is enough. My eyes, though spirit-bound, narrow. Someone has found the seam.I peer across realms, folding perception between fire and time. And there, cutting through the pines in a sleek obsidian car, is the source of the disturbance. Selene. Actress. Witch. A creature of vanity, power, and old grudges. She has no coven, but needs none. Her magic was always self-fed, like a snake swallowing its own tail.She brakes near the overlook, pretending to admire the stars above Lake Tahoe. But her eyes, those unnatural violet eyes, flick toward the villa. My wards pulse in warning, resisting her probing caress. I do not intervene. Not yet. Let her test the edges. Let her taste my work and flinch. Because I am curious.Curious to see if Koa will act. The lone wolf crouches in the