บททั้งหมดของ Wolf Rachael : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Rochelle settles herself on a wooden stool the guard brings in, making herself comfortable like she's planning to stay for a while. The tray of food sits between us like a poisoned offering, steam rising from the soup and making my mouth water despite everything I know about what it contains. "You know," she says conversationally, picking up a piece of bread and tearing it into small pieces, "I've been wondering about something. That guard we caught sneaking around your cell a few days ago—Elias, wasn't it? Such a sweet boy, always so helpful and eager to please." Her tone is light, almost gossipy, but I can hear the venom underneath. She's fishing for information, trying to gauge my reaction, and I force my face into a mask of carefully controlled indifference. "What did you do to him, I wonder? What special little tricks did you use to turn a loyal guard into your devoted servant?" She leans forward, her eyes glittering with malicious curiosity. "Was it your Ghost Wolf magic?

The torture session continues for what feels like hours, each sound filtering through the walls like daggers in my heart. I learn fragments of information from Kelly's questions—there's apparently a network of people working against her, some kind of resistance that Elias is part of. My mother, somehow, is connected to it, though Kelly doesn't seem to know the extent of her involvement. The knowledge should bring hope, proof that I'm not as alone as I thought, but all I can focus on is the sound of Elias's suffering.By the time the voices finally fade and the dungeon returns to its oppressive silence, I'm shaking with rage and grief and helpless fury. My body feels like it's vibrating with barely contained energy, some force deep within me responding to the emotional turmoil with increasing intensity. It's familiar, this feeling—the same sensation I experienced years ago when I first tried to access my full Ghost Wolf power. But this time, it doesn't feel like something external t

I could feel everything—the cold concrete against my cheek, the throbbing pain where the dart had pierced me, the burning sensation as the silver worked its way deeper into my system—but I couldn't move. Couldn't fight. Couldn't even lift my head. "Silver nitrate with a paralytic agent," Kelly explained, crouching down beside me. "Specifically formulated for your kind. It won't kill you, but it'll keep you nice and still while I make some adjustments to your accommodations."Through the haze of silver poisoning and forced paralysis, I watched Kelly produce a set of shackles unlike anything I'd seen before. These weren't the crude iron chains they'd used on me initially. These were elegant, almost beautiful in their deadly craftsmanship—made from some dark metal that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. But it was the way they pulsed with a faint red glow that truly terrified me. As Kelly approached, I caught a scent that made my blood run cold. The metallic tang of iron,

"Something that should have happened a long time ago." I pulled against the shackles, testing them. The metal screamed in protest, and cracks spider-webbed across their surface. "I'm done being their victim. I'm done being weak. I'm done being afraid of what I am."The door to the cell chamber burst open, and Kelly strode in, flanked by four guards. She looked disheveled, her usually perfect appearance marred by dark circles under her eyes and a manic energy that made her movements jerky and unpredictable. In her hands, she carried that cursed wooden tray again, laden with food that reeked of corruption and dark magic."Still being dramatic, I see." Kelly's smile was sharp enough to cut. "I thought a few more hours of watching your friend suffer might have adjusted your attitude, but apparently, you need a more direct approach."She nodded to one of the guards, who grabbed Elias by his hair and jerked his head back. A knife appeared in the guard's hand, pressed against Elias's exposed

Kelvin POV"Something's wrong."I stood at the edge of my balcony, staring out across the Lycan territory as unease crawled beneath my skin like insects. The moon hung heavy and full above the trees, but its light felt distorted tonight—wrong in a way I couldn't articulate. My Lycan senses, honed over thirty-seven years of survival and leadership, screamed warnings I didn't understand."My lord?" my chief advisor stepped onto the balcony behind me. "You summoned us?"I didn't turn around, my eyes still fixed on the southern horizon where the Crimson Moon Pack's territory began. "Do you feel it?""Feel what, exactly?""The disturbance." I gripped the stone railing hard enough that cracks spider-webbed beneath my fingers. "Something is happening. Something significant."He moved to stand beside me, his own enhanced senses reaching out into the night. After a moment, he nodded slowly. "There's definitely unusual energy in the air. It's been building for the past few hours. We've had repo