《Heal My Wolf》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

Alpha Bladen POVBloodmoon did not wake to silence that morning, it woke to bells.Not the sharp warning chimes of danger, not the frantic calls that had become far too familiar in recent weeks, but deep ceremonial bells that rolled through the pack like steady heartbeats. They echoed off stone and timber, carrying the promise of celebration whether the pack felt ready for it or not.Victory had been announced at dawn, causing another means of celebrations to echo throughout the ends of Bloodmoon. Most were in awe of such a feat, regardless of the pack's current position, we still stood tall... I stood tall.Crestfallen had been put under our territory of reign, their Alpha was in custody and their resources were ours. That was all the people needed.The pack surged to life with a hunger that surprised even me. Wolves poured into the courtyards, laughter breaking out in places I had only heard whispers and prayers before. Colors returned, voices grew louder, food was brought out in qu

Loren POV“It was you,” he whispered again.The words did not sound loud, but they seemed to travel further than they should have, settling heavily in the air and in the cell.No one moved at that moment.Mia stood beside me,her posture straight but tense, as though something inside her had locked into place. I could feel the shift in her presence without needing to look at her.“No,” she said finally, her voice quiet but firm. “You are mistaken.”The thief did not look offended. Instead the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, as though her denial was something he had anticipated long before we stepped into the prison.“The circle does not make mistakes,” he replied gently.A faint flicker moved through the torchlight along the stone wall,subtle enough that it could have gone unnoticed by anyone not paying attention.I took a small step forward,positioning myself slightly between them.“You’ve said enough,” I said evenly.His gaze never left Mia.“You felt it before today,” he contin

Alpha Bladen POVNight settled heavily over Bloodmoon, the quiet that followed celebration was never as peaceful as it appeared.Victory still lingered in the air, faint traces of laughter echoing somewhere in the distance, but it had to return to its natural rhythm.Stillness.Watchfulness.Preparation.I stood near the council table long before the others arrived, the flickering light from the wall torches stretching across the stone floor in restless patterns.The map laid before me remains unchanged.Territory lines carved in careful precision.Trade routes marked in faded ink.Points of vulnerability highlighted long again during the earlier conflicts.We had prepared so well for war.We had not prepared for this.Snowbloom wisteria was not a weapon meant for immediate destruction.It was meant for erosion.An enemy patient enough to use such a method was not one that relied on chance.A quiet knock sounded before the heavy doors opened.Fadrian entered first.As always.His pres

Luna Viana POVThe smell reached me before I stepped inside.Bitter herbs.Boiled bark.And something else beneath it—something sour and heavy that no amount of medicine could fully mask.The infirmary door stood partially open, as though too many people had passed through it in recent hours for anyone to bother closing it properly.I paused just outside, my hands hovering near the wood but never quite touching it.Inside, low sounds blended together in an uneasy rhythm.Laboured breathing. Soft coughing.The faint rustle of blankets shifting as restless bodies searched for comfort they could not quite find.I stepped inside carefully.The air felt warmer than usual, thick with the scent of steeped leaves and damp clothes. Several windows had been opened to improve ventilation, but the relief they offered was minimal.Too many sick wolves.Too little space.Beds that were usually stored away had had been arranged in narrow rows, leaving only small pathways between them. Some wolves la

Loren’s POVI was supposed to come on the weekend.That was the plan.It wasn’t even a complicated one—just timing. Stay away long enough to handle what needed handling, come back when things are settled.Except somewhere between leaving and now, it stopped making sense.So I came back early.I didn't announce it. I don’t send a word ahead. By the time I’m walking the path to the house. I’ve already decided I won’t explain either.The guards are standing at their usual spot.One of them straightens slightly when he sees me, another gives a short nod.Everything is quiet.I push the door slowly.Mia is sitting at the small table near the window, papers spread out in front of her, a pen in her hand. There’s a book open to one side, another stacked beneath it. She is frowning slightly at whatever she is reading.Focused and completely unaware of her environment.I lean against the doorframe, arms folded and I watch her closely for a second.She taps the pen lightly against the paper.Sto