บททั้งหมดของ Heart of the Wolf Queen: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

The clearing had transformed into a breathtaking scene under the full moon. Lanterns swayed gently between trees, illuminating the ceremonial stage where Selene and Damien would soon seal their bond. The pack moved with synchronized purpose, their music, laughter, and chatter a lively backdrop to the anticipation that hung thick in the air. Selene’s heart thrummed in harmony with the drums, her wolf coiling beneath her skin in excitement, anticipation, and a touch of nerves. Everything felt perfect. Everything… until chaos intruded.A sudden commotion erupted at the edge of the clearing. Wolves froze mid-step, ears pricked, eyes darting toward the disturbance. A figure stumbled into the open, limping heavily, her robes torn and dirt-streaked, one arm awkwardly bent at an unnatural angle. Blood streaked across her skin and clothes, the scent of iron and dirt carrying through the crisp night air.Selene’s eyes widened as she recognized the intruder. &l

The morning after Veyra’s intrusion, the pack was restless. Wolves prowled the clearing, eyes flicking toward the restrained figure at the edge twitching with tension. The full moon’s glow had faded into the soft light of dawn, but its memory lingered in Selene’s senses like a faint pulse, reminding her of the power she carried and the danger it invited. Even now, after the chaos of the previous night, her wolf hummed beneath her skin, alert and coiled with caution.Selene walked among the pack, her presence calm but commanding. She observed the younger wolves as they moved about their duties, noting the subtle signs of unease. Some whispered among themselves, glancing at Veyra with suspicion and fear. Others avoided her altogether, instinctively wary of the intruder whose arrival had disrupted the sacred full-moon ceremony.Damien walked beside her, his dark eyes scanning the perimeter, ever vigilant. “They’re uncertain,” he murmure

Veyra stepped lightly across the clearing, her movements careful yet deliberate. The pack was still suspicious of her but she had no choice but to walk openly among the pack if she wanted to regain their trust. Her arms still bore faint bruises, and some of the older wolves cast her cautious glances, but the subtle warmth of familiarity lingered she had grown up among them, after all.Korven observed silently from the edge of the training ground, his amber eyes tracking her every move. Damien had given him clear instructions let her help, let the pack decide her worth through actions, but he must remain vigilant. Korven’s presence was quiet, almost invisible, yet unmistakably authoritative.Veyra approached a group of younger wolves attempting to move heavy logs for a new training ground. “Let me help,” she said softly, bending to lift one end of a log with ease. The smaller wolves stared for a heartbeat, unsure whether to trust her. Then, guided by t

The sun was still low, sending long shadows across the pack’s training grounds. Veyra moved with quiet efficiency, helping organize supplies and assist younger wolves with agility drills. Her movements were deliberate, precise, careful not flashy, not demanding attention, but undeniably useful.Korven observed from the perimeter, noting every gesture, every expression, ready to intervene if necessary. Damien, meanwhile, had stepped closer to watch her more directly. For the first time since her return, he allowed himself to notice her competence without immediately suspecting deception.Selene lingered nearby, arms crossed, her wolf Luna tense beneath her skin. “I don’t like it,” she murmured, barely audible. “Every instinct tells me something is off. We need to stay vigilant. She hasn’t proven herself fully yet.”Damien turned toward her, jaw tight. “She’s helping, Selene. That counts. We can’t ignore that she’s actually doing the work, following instructions,

The day moved on, but the patrol incident lingered like a quiet hum through the pack grounds. Whispers followed Veyra as she walked some curious, some wary, some slowly tipping into something like respect. Saving one of their own spoke louder than any excuse she had given before.But not everyone was ready to soften.Later that afternoon, Damien called Korven to his office. Papers were scattered across his desk border maps, reports of rogue movement, and a few notes from the scouts he trusted most.Korven entered without hesitation. “You wanted to see me.”Damien leaned back slightly. “You worked closely with her today. Tell me honestly did anything feel off?”Korven didn’t answer immediately. He dropped into the seat opposite him, thinking carefully. “Nothing that raised alarms. She followed orders. She stayed in formation. And she reacted faster than half the men when things went wrong.” He paused. &ldquo