Semua Bab Captive Moon: The Alpha's Blood Pact: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The road to the Blackspire Mountains reeked of dark magic.Elara’s scar burned as they rode, the sealing stone in her pouch pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Ellie, tucked in front of her on the horse, frowned at the sky—overcast and gray, with storm clouds clinging to the mountain peaks ahead.“Bad air,” the pup muttered, her small hand clutching Elara’s cloak. Silver fire flickered between her fingers, as if sensing danger.He rode beside them, his shadow magic rippling like a second skin. His red brand glowed brighter the closer they got to the mountains, casting faint black light over his horse’s mane. “We’ll camp at the base tonight. Scout the perimeter at dawn.”Lira, behind them with a half-dozen wolves, grunted as her horse stumbled over a rock. “Scout all you want. I say we burn the tower down and ask questions later.”Elara smiled, but her jaw tightened. The sealing stone’s visions had grown clearer since they left the den—the ice witch, her form fading in a cell of black

The tower’s second floor reeked of rot and void magic.Elara pressed a hand to her scar, which burned like a branding iron as they stepped over the threshold. The air here was thick, almost solid, and the walls pulsed with a sickly purple light that made her head throb.“Stick close,” he muttered, his shadow magic rippling around them like a cloak. His red brand glowed so bright it cast shadows on the stone floor, and his golden eyes narrowed at the hallway ahead, which branched into three paths, each marked with a different rune.Ellie pointed to the middle path, her silver fire flickering weakly in her palm. “This way. Witch is here. Hurt.”Lira, who’d been nursing a gash on her arm since their first skirmish with the hooded figures, grunted. “How can you tell? All these halls look the same—ugly and evil.”“Magic friend says so,” Ellie said, her small hand tightening around Elara’s fingers. “Void magic is thickest here. Like a heartbeat.”They followed the middle path, their footste

The road to Mount Voss tasted of ash.Elara’s lips were chapped from the wind, which carried grit from the volcano’s smoldering peak, painting the sky a sickly gray. Ellie, bundled in furs against the cold, sneezed as a gust blew ash into their faces, her silver fire flaring briefly to shield them both.“Volcano’s angry,” she said, her small voice muffled by her cloak. “Like it’s yelling at the void.”The ice witch, riding beside them, nodded, her blue eyes scanning the storm clouds that clung to the mountain’s slopes. “Mount Voss isn’t just stone and fire. It’s a vessel for ancient magic—the same magic that birthed the first trinity pact. The void magic is 亵渎 (desecrating) it.”He rode on Elara’s other side, his shadow magic rippling to deflect flying debris. His red brand glowed brighter the closer they got, casting a faint black light over his horse’s flanks. “Patrols found tracks three miles back. Large, clawed, covered in void residue.”Lira, behind them with a squad of wolves, g

The tunnel leading to the volcano’s core shook with each step, rocks raining down from the ceiling as magma bubbled in fissures along the walls.Elara clutched Eleanor’s sword, its tricolor glow cutting through the darkness like a beacon. Her scar burned in rhythm with the volcano’s pulse, and the sealing stone in her pouch throbbed, as if urging her forward. Beside her, Ellie’s silver fire swirled in a protective cocoon, warding off the searing heat.“Getting too close to the core,” the ice witch said, her blue flames flaring to create a barrier against a spray of molten rock. “Void magic’s feeding on the magma—making the portal stronger.”He moved ahead, his shadow magic stretching to cover the tunnel walls, stabilizing the shaking stone. His red brand glowed so bright it cast their shadows in triplicate, and his golden eyes never left the swirling darkness ahead. “Portal’s just around the bend. Get ready.”Lira, her armor singed from near-misses with magma, grunted as she shouldere

The first frost of autumn painted the den’s fields in silver, but the great hall stayed warm with the crackle of hearth fire and the hum of magic.Elara sat at the table, her mother’s journal spread open beside a stack of scrolls, while Ellie practiced summoning flames on the stone floor—not just silver fire now, but tiny phoenixes that fluttered around the pup’s fingers before dissolving into embers.“Look, Mamma!” Ellie cried, her golden eyes shining. “Fire friend learned new tricks.”Elara smiled, marking a passage in the journal with a charcoal stick. “Very impressive. But don’t let them get too close to the tapestries. Lira will have my head if you singe her favorite wolf rug.”He appeared in the doorway, his red brand glowing faintly against his palm as he wiped snow from his cloak. “Patrol’s back. Southern border’s clear, but the magic’s acting up again. Plants growing overnight, streams running backward—same as before the void rift.”Elara’s pen stilled. “Same pattern? The ice