Semua Bab Bonded To The Alpha God of War : Bab 61 - Bab 70

The healer stiffened, her lips parting as her body went rigid. Her eyes glowed white, the world around her fading into nothingness. She gasped as visions flooded her mind, overwhelming and consuming.The first scene struck her with a violent force.War.The land was a field of carnage. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the screams of the dying. Wolves in their beastly forms tore through enemies, claws raking, fangs ripping flesh apart. Steel clashed, arrows rained, and the ground was so saturated with blood that it gleamed under the pale moonlight.Bodies littered the earth, the stench of death rising like smoke. Broken banners of the fallen pack fluttered weakly in the cold wind.And there at the heart of the slaughter stood the Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.Her gown of war clung to her blood-streaked skin, her long hair matted, but her eyes blazed with blue fire. She wielded claws and fangs with unrelenting brutality, striking down all who dared come near her peopl

The vision deepened, dragging the healer further into the stream of shadows and revelations. Her body trembled, sweat streaking down her temples, but her eyes remained wide, unblinking as the scenes unfolded.She saw Selene, the crowned leader, standing in the heart of her sanctum. Moonlight streamed down through the tall crystal windows, painting her silver hair in cold light. Her eyes burned not with rage alone, but with heartbreak as her older sister, Seryna, walked in with a mocking smile etched across her lips.“You spoke to him,” Selene’s voice trembled low. “You led him to the forbidden tree.”Seryna did not even flinch. Her smile widened, her eyes gleaming with dark delight. “And what if I did?”Selene’s voice broke with both fury and disappointment. “Do you understand what you have done? The weight of the crime you have unleashed upon our coven? Upon the balance the gods entrusted us to uphold?”“Oh, spare me,” Seryna spat, folding her arms as if the matter was trivial. “You

The vision did not release her. The battle she had just witnessed still echoed in her chest, the clash of steel, the roars, the blood, the rain but the vision had other plans for her. Her heart hadn’t even steadied when it pulled her deeper, like invisible claws dragging her through layers of time.And then… She saw her.Seryna… The witch who had been bound to the forest standing with her maid.Her dark eyes gleamed with determination. In her hand, she held a card unlike any other. A card, black as soot and threaded with red veins, forged in ash and blood, pulsing faintly with enchantment into the hands of the maid.“This…” Seryna whispered, her voice low, “…is the last thread of my rebellion against my sister. If anything happens to me, this card will answer in my stead. Guard it well, for your fate will ride upon its awakening.”The maid lowered her eyes, clutching the card to her chest as though it were both a blessing and a curse. She didn’t know that night sealed Seryna’s destiny

The vision dragged her deeper…The night was cloaked in absolute darkness, the kind that pressed on the soul. The only illumination was the pale, silver glow of the moon, its light falling gently upon the palace roofs and glistening over the stones like liquid frost. The air was still… Too still.In that quiet, she saw it, an opening high above one of the palace walls. From the shadows, a coil of black rope slid down, so soft and soundless it seemed to melt into the night. One by one, two figures descended, their movements unnervingly fluid.They landed without a sound, knees bent, bodies low, their centers of gravity steady so that their steps flowed like a glide rather than clumsy stomps. Each step was intentional. They paused, froze, and listened. Then, they moved again. Not as men but shadows.Their clothing was muted not just black, but ash and dirt smeared across every bit of exposed skin, breaking the shape of their bodies, making them more than invisible. They were nothingness

The Luna’s heart stopped at her daughter’s voice. She turned, only to see a Wanderer lunging at Aurelia. Without thought, she abandoned her guard, sprinting to her child’s side. Her blade cut clean, striking the Wanderer down.For a fleeting moment, relief. She gathered her daughter in her arms, her hands trembling as she brushed Aurelia’s face. “Are you hurt? Tell me!”But Aurelia’s blue eyes widened in terror. She lifted her small finger, pointing behind her mother. Her lips quivered, but no sound came.The Luna turned… too late.Kaelthorn was standing there.His blade plunged deep into her side, twisting cruelly. A guttural cry tore from her throat as blood spurted from her armor, and from her mouth, staining her lips. Kaelthorn leaned closer, his wicked grin spreading wide in sick delight as he enjoyed the agony on her face.Aurelia’s scream tore through the battlefield. She fell to her knees, her tiny fists pounding the earth as hot tears and mucus streaked down her little face.