Semua Bab The Alpha Queen and her Human Mate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Chapter Sixty-Two: DawnThe Dawn was quiet.For the first time in weeks, the sky was clear, pale gold light touching the snow, washing the bloodstained ground in a fragile promise of warmth. Shadowstorm moved through the aftermath with quiet reverence, warriors carrying the bodies of the fallen to the pyre built beyond the treeline, where the snow had been cleared for the farewell. Raven stood before the fire, Shadow and nightfire calm beneath her skin, wrapping her in a quiet strength. Luca read the names of the fallen, his voice steady, his eyes reflecting the flames, smoke was curling into the sky, carrying their warriors home. Thorne stood beside his wolves, heads bowed, fists pressed over hearts, their voices low as they whispered the names of their dead, honoring them not as rogues, but as family. Kael remained on the edge, silent, watching the smoke, a quiet promise in the way his hand rested on the hilt of his blade. Maya and Nico stood close to Raven, Nico’s small hand

Book Two: The Alpha Queen and her Human Mate: Shadowstorm Rising Chapter One: Embers Awaken The dream still clung to Raven’s skin as she slammed into the ground, breath exploding from her lungs, the cold dirt beneath her a shock after the fire. She rolled, instinct taking over, Nightfire blazing to life in her veins, black flames licking her arms as her blade swung up, blocking the descending claws of the creature above her. It screeched, a sound that tore at the edges of sanity, red eyes glowing in the darkness as it lunged again. Raven snarled, and Shadow rose within her, gold flooding her vision as she twisted, slamming her boot into the creature’s chest, sending it skidding across the forest floor. She barely had time to breathe before another leapt from the darkness, claws swiping for her throat. She ducked, blade flashing, slicing through rotted flesh, the creature dissolving into black mist that stank of ash and blood. This isn’t a dream. The thought was sharp, cutting

Book Two: Shadowstorm Rising Chapter Three: Border Flames The scream tore through the morning fog, echoing across the treeline. Raven was moving before the second scream came, Nightfire snapping awake beneath her skin, Shadow rising within her as she sprinted from the compound with Ragnar and Luca at her heels. They reached the south border where Thorne’s wolves had set their patrol, the scent of blood sharp in the air, the frost-stiff grass torn up by clawed feet. Raven skidded to a stop, eyes flashing gold as she took in the scene. One of Thorne’s wolves lay on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, breath ragged. Another fought desperately against a twisted creature—blackened skin, too-long limbs, red eyes burning in a skull-like face as it snapped at the warrior’s throat. Thorne was there, blades in both hands, roaring as he slashed at another creature, his wolves fighting around him, the air filled with snarls and the wet sound of tearing flesh. They’re here. Raven didn’

Chapter Five: Breach The alarm bell shattered the morning silence. Raven was on her feet before it finished ringing, Nightfire waking in a rush beneath her skin, Shadow lifting its head within her with a low, hungry growl. Outside, the ground shook, the walls of Shadowstorm trembling as thunder rumbled in the distance. Ragnar was already armored, lightning crackling around his hands as he met Raven’s eyes. “They’re here.” She didn’t need to ask who. They reached the gates just as the first wave hit. Black shapes moved in the mist, crawling and slithering, too many limbs, jaws filled with jagged teeth. Their red eyes glowed like coals in the fog as they hurled themselves at the barricades, claws tearing at the wood and iron. Thorne’s wolves fired arrows and swung axes, holding the line as best they could, but the creatures climbed over each other, heedless of injury, shrieking as they clawed toward the pack. Lightning flashed, and two creatures exploded into ash, Ragnar’s stor

Chapter Seven: The Whispering RuinThe forge held its breath.Even the flames seemed hesitant to flicker as Kael hovered over the relic, adjusting the protective runes with agonizing precision. The iron table beneath it vibrated faintly, as if repulsed by the object it was forced to hold.The relic pulsed—red, slow, deliberate. Like a heartbeat that didn’t belong in this world.Raven stood at the edge of the circle, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Ragnar was beside her, his energy coiled tight, thunder rolling low beneath his skin.“This isn’t just a weapon,” Kael murmured. “It’s not even meant to be used the way the Hollow tried.”He straightened slowly. “It’s a beacon.”The silence that followed was instant and sharp.“A beacon for what?” Raven asked, voice low but steady.Kael didn’t answer with words right away. Instead, he walked across the chamber to a large scroll laid flat beneath a crystal weight. As he unrolled it, the others gathered. The parchment crackled, and dust s