All Chapters of Marked in the Middle: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The first light of morning fell over Viremont like a cautious promise. The city, battered and bruised but stubbornly upright, seemed almost to hold its breath. Streets that had recently been arenas for chaos now lay quiet, save for the distant ringing of church bells and the soft hum of early traffic. The magic residue of the Crown’s influence had begun to wane, leaving faint traces only in the corners where darkness once thrived. But the peace was fragile, fragile enough to crack with a careless word or a sudden spark of ambition.Nora walked alongside Kael and Lira through the edge of the district known as Grafton Alley. The area had been a haven for rogue factions during the upheaval, packs that had aligned themselves opportunistically, scavenging what power remained, and criminals emboldened by the city’s instability. Now, most had either fled or been neutralized.Kael paused near the entrance of a collapsed warehouse, his eyes scanning the shadows. “This place

Viremont had learned to breathe again, but the city’s lungs were not entirely clear. The streets glimmered with a deceptive calm, the kind that follows a storm but hides the clouds still gathering on the horizon. The surviving supernatural factions, each battered yet stubbornly intact, moved like wary predators circling one another, no longer openly clashing, but their eyes never quite relaxing.Nora walked through the central district with a measured pace, her senses alert to every shadow, every whisper. Even in peace, the city retained an edge she could feel in her bones. She had spent months running, fighting, negotiating, and sometimes breaking her own rules just to survive. Now, the landscape of power had shifted, but the delicate balance required vigilance, especially when everyone carried fresh scars.Kael’s presence beside her was steady, comforting. He didn’t speak unless necessary, his sharp gaze scanning the periphery. Their alliance with certain faction

The morning mist lingered over Viremont like a veil, softening the jagged edges of the city as Nora made her way toward the outskirts. The streets were quiet, unusually so, the hum of life reduced to distant echoes. Today was not about the city, nor the fragile peace she had fought to preserve. Today was about her past, threads she had left tangled for far too long.She arrived at an old warehouse that had been abandoned for decades, its brickwork faded and streaked with moss. Kael followed silently, ever the shadow at her side. The warehouse had been a nexus in the early days of the Silver Ash Pack, a place of secrets, betrayals, and beginnings. It was where she had first confronted the truths about her lineage, and it was where answers she had sought for years could still be found.“Are you sure you want to do this?” Kael asked, his voice low, cautious. “Once we step inside, there’s no turning back. Whatever you uncover may not be what you want to see.”

The first rays of dawn stretched over Viremont, casting long, golden fingers across the rooftops. The city had survived the storms, the battles, the chaos, but it was still a city in recovery. Broken windows were patched, streets that had been scorched were swept clean, and life, resilient, stubborn life, crept back into the alleys and markets.Nora walked through the heart of it all, her steps deliberate, her eyes sharp. The pendant under her blouse was warm against her chest, a quiet heartbeat that reminded her of the battles she had fought and the burdens she carried. There was no fear here, none of the tremor that had accompanied her through the worst nights. Today, she walked as someone who had survived, someone who had learned, someone who had changed.As she passed the marketplace, vendors greeted her with wary smiles. A few nodded in recognition. Whispers followed her path, subtle but undeniable: The woman who faced Evelyn. The one who endured. The survivor

The city was quieter than usual, as if it, too, were taking a deep breath after the years of chaos, battles, and shadows. Viremont didn’t change in any obvious way; its streets still curved in unpredictable ways, its lights still flickered in spots that had long been neglected, and the river still carried the faint, melancholy hum of the city’s heartbeat. But to Nora, everything felt different.She walked slowly through the apartment she had reclaimed as her own, a modest place with high windows that overlooked a part of the city slowly coming back to life. The furniture was simple, practical, but comfortable. A life rebuilt piece by piece. And now, standing in the center of the room, she held the small velvet box that contained the pendant. The same pendant that had marked her, changed her, and bore witness to the blood, pain, and fire that had defined the last chapters of her life.Her fingers lingered over the smooth surface of the box, her mind replaying the mo