Semua Bab How to Catch a Mate: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Ashlyn In all my years, I knew someday death would find me like a calling card, waiting to show me its face.It came that night.Krav’s apartment was quiet except for the hum of the city through the windows. My skin still burned from where his hands had been, slick with sweat, the room thick with the scent of us, saalt, musk, heat, and something electric that always came after we touched. My hair clung to my neck. His heartbeat pressed steady against my back as I lay half across his chest, eyes half closed, lungs trying to remember what calm felt like.We didn’t talk. We never did right after. It wasn’t awkwar, just silent. The kind of silence that said everything we didn’t have to.Krav’s fingers traced along my shoulder, lazy. His breath warmed my ear. “You’re quiet,” he murmured.“I’m thinking.”“About what?”“Whether the gods still remember who they made us to be.”He gave a quiet laugh, more breath than sound. “If they ever did.”I smiled faintly, but it faded almost as quick. S

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Krav The pressure pushed again, harder. Not an attack. An instruction. Get up. Move. Remember. Claim. The same way I would tell a young dragon to ride a crosswind instead of fighting it until he tumbled. “Not yours,” I said. “Not this life.” I felt it smile. Not warm. Not cruel. Certain. Then my vision shifted a last time and locked into something that made my stomach drop. I was looking through eyes that were mine and not mine at a battlefield that wasn’t a field. A grid suspended in air. Bodies moved across it in lines. Wolves. Dragons. Something older. I moved my hand and the grid answered. A door opened in the middle and he walked through. Me. Not me. He carried blue in his bones the way I carried it in my blood. He carried heat in his wings that matched the heat in my throat. He looked at me like I was late. Then he said my name in a voice that had never needed a mouth. “Korrin.” My body flinched. No one had called me that in years. Not as a name. As a title. The old wo

KeiralThe storm had been building all day, crawling over Panther City like it was hunting for somewhere to land. By nightfall, it broke—lightning carving through the clouds, rain smashing against the windows of the small apartment Ellan had given me.The city below looked half asleep and half alive, all metal and neon, lights smeared by the downpour. I’d killed the lab feed an hour ago, but the numbers and pulse charts still flickered behind my eyes every time I blinked. Too many anomalies. Too much power where there shouldn’t be any.I hadn’t slept properly in days. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the Hollow—the same endless black Ashlyn described after her run-in with Rizakeal.Except now, it wasn’t just her visions. They’d started leaking into me.I’d tried to pretend it was stress, exhaustion, the overload of handling too much data for too long, but my reflection said otherwise. My eyes looked older. Haunted. Like something was watching me from behind them.The hum of the rain

Ashlyn Rain eased to a steady spit by the time we left the Den. The roads out of Questorian Valley were slick and empty. Curt drove the lead jeep. Haden took the second with Lechandray. I rode with Krav. No music. No chatter. Just the grind of tires and the occasional ping from Curt’s tracker.Crosslands sat south of the ridge where packs and clans pretended to tolerate each other for the sake of trade. Black-market stalls under corrugated roofs. Shipping yards that never closed. A maze of alleys where money moved faster than questions. If Mira wanted noise and cover, this was it.We parked under a dead light two blocks from the market spine. Krav scanned the rooftops. Haden checked weapons. I pulled up the street mesh Keiral had synced to my slate. The Crosslands grid wasn’t part of Panther City, but Ellan’s outer nets still scraped enough passively to give us air.“Last ping from Keiral’s comm was at 23:18,” Curt said, tapping his screen. “One block north of the fish wharf. Then it