บททั้งหมดของ My Mate's Father Claimed Me: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

  **Kael's Point of View** The villa, which had been my safe place for years, now felt like a grave. Every shadow seemed to remember that cold from another world, and every creak of the floorboards sounded like the Warden's footsteps. The smell of our fear filled the air, a bitter taste that no amount of opened windows could get rid of. Lyra was packing a small bag for Kenny in a quiet, scary way that worked. Her movements were exact, but her hands shook a little. She had dealt with shame, violence, and a rogue Alpha, but what happened to us last night was on a whole new level. It had not only hurt our bodies, but also the idea that we were safe. The medallion around her neck was not active, but I could feel its low hum of power, a watchful, wary energy that was like our own. 

  **Kael's Point of View** The air in the Sanctum, which had just moments before felt so safe and old, now felt thin and weak, like a soap bubble separating us from an endless, hungry dark. Lyra's words hung in the air, taking the warmth out of the stone around us. *We rang the bell for dinner. The metaphor was so perfect that it was scary. We hadn't just drawn in a predator; we had called for a feast. My mind, which is used to dealing with territorial disputes and pack politics, couldn't handle how big it was. This was not a war over land or power. This was a fight to stay alive. Lyra was shaking because the huge and terrible things she had learned were about to overwhelm her. I hugged her

**Lyra's Point of View**The wait was worse than any beating Madame Beatrice had ever given. It was a slow, gnawing fear that ate away at the edges of the Sanctum's safe peace. Kenny slept on, blissfully unaware, but the golden thread that connected us throbbed with my growing worry. I walked back and forth across the big cave, running my fingers over the cool, smooth surface of my medallion, which stayed still and quiet.My mother sat by the plinth with her eyes closed and her face a mask of concentration as she tried to reach out beyond the wards and find any sign that Kael was back. The old runes around us seemed to beat in time with my racing heart.Then I could feel it.A jolt, violent and sickening, went through the bond I had with Kael. Not exactly pain. It was a shock of pure cold, like a wave of static and noise that felt like a nail scraping down the chalkboard of my soul. My medallion lit up in response, a bright, protective green that pushed back against the intrusive feeli

  **Kael's Point of View The world had a heartbeat that matched mine. In the days that followed the unification, this was the constant, overwhelming reality of my life. Now, the bright map of the area was always on top of my normal vision. I didn't just see a tree. I saw its life force slowly and patiently pulsing, its roots drinking from the soil in a complicated network, and the tiny, buzzing bugs that lived in its bark. I didn't just hear my pack howling; I could feel how they were all feeling—an increasing sense of joy, strength, and a new, almost primal connection to the land they had always called home, but were only now really *feeling* for the first time. It was a power that made you feel small and high at the same time. I always wanted to stand on the highest peak and *feel* everything—t

  **Kael's Point of View** The quiet war was like a grinding wheel that wore us down in ways that a direct battle never could. The land thrived under my care, and its energy was a real force that flowed through the pack, healing old wounds and bringing people closer together. But in the peace of our home, the stress was starting to show in small cracks. The pack was getting used to Lyra's smile, which used to be a rare and beautiful sunrise. Her eyes, which had the deep, old wisdom of the Keepers, now had a permanent, shadowy worry when she looked at our son. She was overwhelmed by the "what ifs," and my reassurances felt like stones thrown into an ocean that never ends. Kenny was changing as he got closer to being a year old. He was a happy kid who