Semua Bab REBIRTH OF THE STORMWOLF: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The word tore from me before I even realized it; my voice cracked the silence like thunder splitting a storm. Kristen froze, the tip of his blade hovered inches above Knox's chest, and his head turned slowly, and when his gaze found me, my knees nearly buckled.Those eyes, cold steel that had always pinned others into silence, now burned like molten iron; the weight of his glare knocked the breath from my lungs. For a terrifying moment, I thought he would stab Knox anyway. Simply to prove my interruption was meaningless. But he didn't. His jaw flexed, with visible restraint, and he lowered the blade. "Take him," Kristen growled, his voice low, deadly, and vibrating with anger he didn't bother to hide. "Lock them away."Gasps broke across the watching crowd. Shock rippled through the warriors, whispers rising in urgent waves. An alpha never stops once judgment is made, and yet he hadKnox sentenced himself to death when he wielded the knife. But he stopped himself for me. No no,

The hall was silent except for the creaking of insects, flickering fluorescent bulbs lining the stone walls. The council chamber of Redmoon was designed to intimidate—an amphitheater of judgment where the Alpha’s chair towered above all others, carved in black oak and flanked by banners of blood-red cloth. Every time I stepped into this room, I felt like prey cornered by predators. Tonight, it was worse.All eyes were on me.I stood in the center of the room, my hands still trembling from the attack that had shaken the pack hours earlier. That left some guards injured, and worst of all—the prisoners gone. Rick and Knox. My only ties to the life I’d left behind.“You expect us to believe this is a coincidence?” Elder Enoch’s voice cracked like a whip. His eyes, a faded yellow, burned into me.“The assassins strike, chaos erupts, and the rogues you share blood with vanish from our cells. Too convenient, don’t you think?”A low murmur rippled through the crowd of seated wolves, council m

The pack house dining hall was alive with chatter that evening, but none of it reached me. My mind was still tangled in the fragments of questions I couldn’t shake. The missing guard. The wine bottle. The stains I had found in the missing guard room no one bothered to clean. All threads pulling at me, whispering of a truth buried deeper than the stone walls of this place.I told myself I wouldn’t come tonight, that I could easily eat alone in my chamber. But the walls had been pressing down on me too tightly lately, suffocating me with their silence. And besides, avoiding Kristen forever was becoming impossible.So here I was, sitting at the far end of the long table.The glow of the fluorescent bulb, shimmered across the polished wooden surfaces. Wolves laughed and clinked their cups. Narvia sat not too far from Kristen, leaning in as though every word he said belonged only to her. My stomach tightened at the sight.I forced my gaze down to the plate before me, hands folded tightly

The bitter taste of poison still lingered in my throat, though I had already survived it. Every sip of water reminded me of that night—the way my body betrayed me, the way the room spun, the sharp panic of knowing I might not see another dawn.But what haunted me more was the memory of Kristen’s eyes.I had never seen anything like it. Not when he barked orders at warriors. Not when he silenced a room with a glance. That night, when he held me, his eyes had been wild, desperate. His mask of control had slipped, and for a moment, I saw the man beneath the Alpha.It frightened me. And it warmed me. And I didn’t know which scared me more.The morning light streamed through the large windows of the room, soft and golden. I sat up slowly, still weak, my limbs heavy. My hand brushed over the blanket—he had tucked it around me himself, hadn’t he? I remembered fragments of his voice, low and raw, telling me not to leave him.I shook my head, trying to clear it. I couldn’t afford to get lost i

ELIANA'S POVThe moment I stepped out of my room, I regretted it.The heavy air of the packhouse carried something unusual—laughter. Not the easy, carefree kind that warmed hearts, but sharp, lilting, the kind that dug under my skin and refused to leave. A woman’s laugh.I already knew who it belonged to before I followed the sound toward the dining hall.Karen.For a week, whispers had rippled through the corridors. Kristen had guests. Not just any guests, but Damon—the Alpha I once thought was my entire world—and the woman who had replaced me in his life. His Luna. His mate. His betrayer.And she was here. In Kristen’s packhouse. Sitting in his dining room.I should have turned back. Locked myself in my room until they left. But the bond tugged at me in a way that was cruel and unrelenting, dragging me toward the scent of pine and sandalwood that had haunted me since my wolf returned. It wasn’t Damon’s scent I craved anymore. It was Kristen’s.I walked in, heart beating too fast, fo