Lahat ng Kabanata ng Marked By Midnight : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

Lunessa's POV I kept talking to him until he slept off, with a smile on his face.I hate to admit it but I've missed him. Seeing him endure so much without complaints tells me he is a good father, maybe not an honest lover, but a good father.I left the room and checked on Shaelith, she lay still under a black blanket that looked too big for her tiny body. Her skin was almost translucent. An IV hung above her, slow-dripping fluids into her veins, preparing her body to receive Azrik’s gift.Seraphira sat beside her, holding her hand, humming lullabies. Her other hand glowed faintly, pressed against her sister’s ribs.“She’s going to be okay,” she whispered with the kind of certainty only children could afford.I stepped into the sitting room where Vanya, Solene, and Lucien sat casually snacking, a soft warmth filling the space, light conversation, crunches, a low hum of familiarity. I sank into the couch beside them, exhaling slowly.“Thank you so much, guys,” I said quietly.Lucien

Lunessa’s POVMy uncle sat cross-legged before them, the ceremonial cloth spread neatly beneath him, like a map to some long-forgotten realm.The paper he had returned with crackled as he held it, his voice low as he began to recite. The words weren’t in any language I knew. He repeated the chant once… twice… a third time, and then it began.A white glow surged from Azrik’s chest, a river of light that threaded through the air and poured directly into Shaelith’s body. It wasn’t just his power. It was his essence. The raw, sacred force of his wolf.The room fell into a stunned silence. Even Seraphira, who had stopped struggling against Vanya's hold, stood transfixed. Her tear-streaked face illuminated by the ghostly light as she clutched her Vanya's hand.My uncle’s voice never wavered. He continued chanting, louder now, his eyes fluttering shut as the ancient power pulled deeper from Azrik. I watched in horror as Azrik's skin lost its glow, his chest rising slower… slower. His hand,

Azrik’s POVI sat on the couch with Seraphira on my lap, quietly eating while laughter and cake filled the room. But my eyes kept drifting to Lunessa.She looked distant. Her body was here, smiling faintly, offering food and warmth to everyone like she always did, but her mind was elsewhere.I had a lot to explain. Too much, maybe. But I’d start with the truth, even if it meant losing her all over again.“Seraphira, that’s enough,” Lunessa said gently, interrupting my thoughts. “I don’t want you getting a stomach ache or constipation.”Seraphira gave a tiny pout but obeyed, resting her head on my shoulder. She was used to listening to Lunessa. Trust her and love her. I saw it in the way she looked at her, like Lunessa was her moon and sky.And I understood it, because I looked at her the same way.“It’s really late,” Lunessa said after a yawn. “You should all stay here tonight.”“I’m already exhausted,” Solene murmured, stretching.“Please help yourselves to the guest rooms,” Lunessa

Lunessa’s POVWe had tried everything, twisting, pulling, prying with tools, but the golden box remained sealed shut.Azrik stood beside me, his jaw clenched. “We might have to break it.”I flinched. “No. We don’t know what’s inside. And I don’t want the sound of shattering it echoing through this place.”He didn’t argue, but the tension between us was thick.“Let me ask Shaelith,” I said, already rising.I found her back in the sterilized room with Seraphira. They were in the middle of a heated whisper-fight, faces tight with frustration, but the moment I entered, they both tried to mask it.“Hey, babies,” I said gently, running my hand through their hair to soothe the strange, rising unease in the room.Shaelith blinked at me, wary. “What is it?”“We found something. A vault, or maybe a box. You mentioned it yesterday, in your sleep.”“I did?”“You called it the dagger vault. We think that’s what this is.”Shaelith frowned. “I… I don’t remember saying that.”“That’s okay,” I said, n

Azrik’s POVI lay beside Lunessa, but my eyes were wide open in the dark.Every creak in the wooden panels of this house felt louder. Every silence between wind whistles made my wolf stir. Something was off. Lunessa was asleep beside me, Shaelith and Seraphira on their bed. I moved slowly, brushing a hand over their hair. How could anyone have seen these children and still plotted harm? What kind of man smiled into Lunessa’s eyes and wrote these letters with the same hands?I couldn’t rest. I slid out of bed and walked to the table, careful not to wake them. I lit a candle and picked up another letter I hadn’t touched yet. The edges were worn like it had been handled too many times, but the seal was new. Odd.I broke it open. The language was older than the others, coded with runes that needed more than just translation. The next morning, after breakfast, we gathered in the sitting room. He returned not long after, expression unreadable, a sealed envelope clutched tightly in his ha