Semua Bab Witch Among Wolves - The Alpha's Enemy Bride: Bab 51 - Bab 55

The world beyond the doors is nothing but shadow and cold, a night so deep it seems to swallow even the idea of morning. But inside the hall, the fire is no longer in the hearth, but in the hands and voices of the living. Thalia feels herself swaying on her feet, the drum of so many hearts beating like a war-song against the dark.The Hollowing claws at the edges, but it cannot divide them. Not now. Their laughter is a barricade, their stories a shield. The old tales say the dark is not evil, only empty—hungry for what it lacks. But here, in the circle of warmth, there is no lack.The doors shudder. A wind howls, mournful, full of longing and rage. The air thickens, pressing tight to every chest, but hands stay clasped, arms wound together. Rowan’s hand is in Thalia’s, his grip the anchor she needs. Mara stands at her back, solid and certain, her laughter rising above the howl.Come outside, Thalia hears herself think, the words like a spell she barely knows how to shape. Let it see i

When it comes, dawn arrives not with a shout, but a hush—the kind of silence that means every living thing is listening, waiting to see if the world will dare turn again.I stand in the churned snow outside the hall, Thalia leaning against my side, her breathing slow but steady. The pack and our odd new family are gathered all around: wolves sprawled with bellies pressed to earth, witches and humans with faces streaked by tears and soot, clutching each other, too spent for words.At first, it’s only a faint thinning of the night. The blackness loses its edges, colors seep back into the world—bruised blue, lavender, a strange golden green that feels like hope you can taste. The mist drifts through the trees, no longer heavy, but ribboning, silver-shot and curling. Frost on the grass sparkles pink and orange, lighting up in cracks and corners as if stars have fallen and gotten stuck on the ground.There’s a smell—the wild, electric scent of pine needles after snowmelt, the promise of ne