Semua Bab Fangs And Desires: Bab 11 - Bab 13

The afternoon sun dipped low, stretching golden lines across the ground. Outside Zeil’s chambers, Kael stood like a statue, one hand resting on the hilt of his blade and the other gripping that ever-present thin stick between his lips. His gaze was straight ahead, still, unblinking. Always alert. Always quiet.Inside, Zeil pulled the robe over his shoulders slowly. His hand brushed the edge of the fabric, smoothing it down in small strokes. He moved with the quiet grace of someone lost in thought. The silence in the room was thick with no wind, no sound, just the quiet crackle of his thoughts.Then the door opened.Vera stepped in with her usual tired eyes and calm energy. She carried a silver tray in her hands. A plate of seared venison rested on one side. On the other, half-hidden beneath the folded skin, was a small wooden container. Zeil’s eyes dropped to it immediately.The pills.She set the tray down gently beside him.“You always bring meat when you're hiding something,” Zeil

Topa followed into the ring, shoulders wide, arms swinging as though he already owned the fight. Confidence oozed off him like sweat. He was strong. A peak first-class warrior. The kind of wolf whose name came with warning."I would’ve gone easy on you," he said with a sneer, eyeing Kael, "but I’m not in the mood. So I’ll rip you apart and hang your skin on my wall. That way, the Young Lord Alpha learns a lesson that underestimating Ironfang blood will only lead to disaster."He laughed loud, bold, wild.Kael didn’t blink. The stick in his mouth with its two leaves swayed slightly as he yawned again lazyly. It trembled with the faint expulsion of air, a silent mockery of Topa’s bluster. His face was unreadable. Still, still like a quiet forest before a storm.Behind Topa came Finn, quieter in his step. A beta from Velmor, known not for brute force but for his calm insight and sharp instincts. In the world of wolves, strength often shouted but wisdom whispered. Finn could sense it. The