Semua Bab REBIRTH OF THE STORMWOLF: Bab 71 - Bab 80

I thought the silence would help. That maybe, if I sat long enough by the open window, the sound of the sea would rinse the chaos out of me. But quiet never lasts long when you live with ghosts — the kind that breathe through memory instead of air.Narvia’s burial had been yesterday. A small, muted thing behind the pack house. The dirt still smelled raw. Kristen said it was better to keep it simple — that honoring her didn’t mean pretending she hadn’t done terrible things. Still, when the last handful of soil hit the wooden box, I’d felt something twist deep inside me. Maybe pity. Maybe guilt. Maybe both.Kristen had noticed. Of course, He always notices.So when he told me this morning that we were leaving — just for a few days — I didn’t argue. I needed out. Away from the endless questions, away from the haunted look Arden had been wearing lately. Away from the image of Narvia’s eyes glazing over while I tried too late to save her.He brought me to a quiet resort tucked at the edge

The shadows felt thicker than usual as I ran through the trees, heart hammering, senses screaming. My lungs burned, my legs threatened to give out, but I couldn’t stop. I had to get away—had to put space between me and Karen before the trap closed fully.Then, without warning, the world shifted. The forest around me dissolved into darkness, replaced by jagged flashes of memory, visions I didn’t remember living but felt every ounce of as real as the night air.I was a child again. I could hear the frantic shouts, the low growls of wolves, the sharp metallic bite of weapons slicing through the night. Father—Orin Stormwolf—was cornered, fighting with all the strength of a true alpha. But his own beta… my blood froze as I realized the betrayal. The beta’s family, Karen’s parents, had turned against him. The man I had called father all my life. And there was Damon, moving through the shadows with practiced precision, and beside him, the priestess—the one who wielded fire as easily as breat

KRISTEN'S POVThe air was thick the moment I realized Karen had tracked us. It wasn’t just a casual visit; the chill in her aura screamed intent, and the faint scent of her baby bump, mingled with the tang of power, told me she had been here longer than I would have liked. I paced the edge of the cabin’s porch, trying to reconcile how she found us. The only people who knew of our hideaway were my officials, the ones I trusted implicitly. Yet here she was, standing confidently on our grounds like she owned the place.I clenched my fists, my knuckles pale in the moonlight. Logic wrestled with instinct. Every plan I’d put in place had accounted for the usual threats, the obvious enemies. Karen, however, had always been… unpredictable. Calculating. And ruthless. She had power enough to strike, subtle enough to hide her movements.I took a deep breath, my gaze tracing the horizon as if the wind could whisper the answer to me. My instincts told me not to linger, not to allow anyone the cha

KRISTEN'S POVI knew something was wrong the moment I stepped back into the hallway.It wasn’t the silence. Our pack house had quiet corners, especially after long meetings where everyone scattered to take up new orders. It wasn’t the dimmed sconces either. Those were always left low at night.No… it was the air.The terrible stillness in it.Like the whole building had taken a breath and forgotten to release it.I headed straight for our room, half-expecting to see her curled up on the bed, asleep, maybe with her hair spilling over her cheek in that soft way that made me want to touch it.The door was slightly open.A tiny thing. Unimportant to anyone else.But she always closed it.“Eliana?” I pushed inside.Empty.The blankets were untouched. A faint warmth lingered in the air, like she’d been here not long ago. Her shoes were still by the balcony door, coat missing from the hanger.A tightness wrapped around my chest, slow at first… then sharper.“Maybe she’s with the kitchen staf

ELIANA'S POVI woke up to voices. Sharp ones.The kind that scrape their way into your skull before your eyes even cooperate.For a second I didn’t know where I was. Everything smelled like damp stone and burnt herbs. My head felt… hollowed, like someone had scooped the inside out and left only the ringing. Then I heard my name. Not spoken. Hissed. Almost like a complaint.“…if you had waited, she wouldn’t be waking this fast.”That was the Flame Priestess. Her tone had that familiar chill that always made my skin stiffen.“And if you hadn’t disappeared for months, none of this would have taken so long.”Karen. Angry.And—not pregnant.My heart stuttered.I blinked until the room came into shape. A cavern lit with red flames. Carvings on the walls that looked like they were made by claws, not hands. And Karen—standing near a stone table—lean, exhausted, hollow-eyed, but definitely no longer carrying a child.Where was the baby?Something inside me shifted, almost like a remembered ins