Semua Bab Alpha Kael And The Crimson Bloodline : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The Draven gates opened with the slow, sonorous groan of iron and old wood. Dawn had not yet broken; the sky was a bruised, gray wash, but torches along the drive cast their amber light into the mist and made the estate look like a fortress carved from flame and shadow.Inside the hall the household moved with the studied calm of people who had survived worse than a knocking at the door. Wolves padded in the corridors; servants kept the hearths bright; a silence threaded the rooms like a wire. Kael felt it in his bones — the sense a wolf has when something large approaches through the brush. He stood in the study, fingers resting on the edge of the heavy table, the map of Ashwood spread out beneath his palms. Violet stood at his side, arms folded, eyes tired but steady. The estate had been an uneasy refuge for the last days; now there was a new, sharper weight pressing at the edges.A Draven wolf slipped into the room and inclined his head. The animal’s voice carried only the barest w

The forest was still, too still.Ashwood’s wind had lost its song, replaced by the whisper of death crawling through the trees. Three Dreadmaws walked the dirt path beneath the pale moon, their laughter cracking against the silence. Blood still clung to their claws from a hunt gone right — for once, they had survived.“Varek will be proud,” one said, his voice half-growl, half-relief. “Told you, the Alpha always comes back.”The other two chuckled, low and rough. They carried themselves like ghosts pretending to be men, tired but proud.Then came the scent.It rolled through the woods — sharp, metallic, familiar. The iron tang of their Alpha’s blood mixed with smoke and earth. They froze, exchanging wary glances.And then he appeared.Varek stepped out from the trees, bare-chested, his body streaked in blood that shimmered black under the fractured moonlight. His eyes burned faintly crimson, faint enough to pass for reflection… if not for how alive that color looked.“Alpha?” one whis

The road stretched long and quiet under a sky that couldn’t quite decide between sun and shadow. Violet sat in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the horizon, while Fenrak drove with one hand on the wheel and the other tapping against the steering column in rhythm with the music humming faintly through the old speakers.Between them lay a satchel — the Draven journals, bound in aged leather and sealed with Kael’s mark. Every so often, Fenrak glanced at them like they were a wild animal waiting to bite.“So…” he began, voice lazy. “You always this talkative on road trips, or are you saving your breath for when we meet your scary witch friend?”Violet didn’t look away from the window. “I’m saving it so I don’t waste it on idiots.”Fenrak smirked. “Ouch. That one almost hurt. Almost.” He leaned back, stretching his arm over the seat. “You know, for someone who nearly set my eyebrows on fire last week, you make excellent breakfast.”That earned him a sideways glance. “You broke into th

The Draven Estate stood beneath a bruised sky, its ancient walls glowing faintly under the lanterns that lined the courtyard. The evening air was heavy — not with rain, but with a strange stillness that felt alive, waiting. Inside, the library doors were shut, the fire burning low as four figures gathered around the long mahogany table.Kael stood near the window, arms crossed, staring out into the mist-covered woods. His wolf sense prickled with unease. He could feel something — distant but moving closer, like a shadow creeping beneath his skin.Fenrak lounged lazily against a chair, but his expression was far from relaxed. His amber eyes followed Kael’s every move. “You’ve been standing there for ten minutes,” he said finally. “You’re thinking about fighting him, aren’t you?”Kael didn’t answer at first. He turned slowly, his expression unreadable. “We can’t run from him, Fenrak. Whatever he is… he’s already coming.”“Exactly why you don’t go charging into the jaws of death,” Fenrak

The night was split in half — one side trembling beneath the Blood Moon, the other drowned in silence. Crimson light spilled across the shattered windows of Draven Estate, painting everything in the shade of sorrow and rage.Kael stood in the courtyard, breath ragged, chest heaving. His hands trembled as claws half-formed, scraping against the ground. The copper scent of blood — his wolves’ blood — burned his nostrils. His eyes, now glowing like molten amber, flicked between the corpses scattered around him and the empty sky where Rhea had vanished.“Rhea…” His voice cracked, almost human, but deeper — primal.Fenrak crawled from the wreckage of the kitchen, limping, one side of his face bloodied. Violet stumbled out behind him, clutching her ribs. Her magic still sparked faintly from her fingers, like dying embers refusing to fade.“Kael—” she tried to speak, but he raised his hand sharply. His gaze was fixed on the sky.“He took her,” Kael said, barely audible. “That thing inside Va