Semua Bab HIS REJECTION, ANOTHER'S CLAIM,MY TWINS,MY POWER: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The Burning MoonThe Blood Moon hung low and heavy in the night sky, spilling its crimson light over the pack lands like a silent herald of change. It bathed the world in deep red shadows, painting the trees, rocks, and grass with a burning glow. The air itself seemed to hum with restless energy, as if the earth was holding its breath for what was about to unfold.Elena stood on the outskirts of the clearing, the chill night air prickling her skin beneath the heavy cloak wrapped around her. Her breath came uneven and quick, a wild rhythm that echoed the pounding of her heart. The twins inside her stirred with sharp, urgent kicks — reminders of the life growing and shifting within her womb. It was a strange, terrifying sensation; the babies weren’t just growing. Something far older and deeper was awakening inside her, and with it, a power she barely understood.Her wolf shifted restlessly beneath her skin, claws unsheathed on her soul, growling low like a warning. The Blood Moon’s

The Hidden MarkPOV: ElenaThe twins had been quiet all morning—too quiet.Not sleeping.Not laughing.Just… watching.Their little eyes followed every movement I made, sharp and knowing in a way no child’s eyes should ever be. It made the back of my neck prickle. Every hair on my arms stood stiff.Something was wrong.Deeply wrong.I tried to shake the feeling off as I spread their blankets on the floor, but the air felt strange. Too warm. Too heavy. Too alive. When I exhaled, the breath didn’t fade—it shimmered, glowing faintly before dissolving.The leftover traces of last night’s power surge hadn’t left me.It lingered in the room.It lingered in them.“Come here, love,” I whispered, reaching for Alaric first.He crawled into my lap without hesitation. His twin, Arlo, stayed a few feet away, eyes wide and dark—far darker than usual, the irises swirling like shadows caught in motion.My chest tightened.“Arlo?” I reached out. “Sweetheart, come.”He didn’t move.Instead, the candle

The Forbidden ScrollsThe ancient chamber beneath the packhouse was thick with silence, broken only by the faint crackle of firelight dancing across the stone walls. Elena’s heart hammered in her chest as she stepped deeper into the circle of elders, her gaze fixed on Maelis—the oldest among them, whose pale eyes glimmered like moonlight on ice.Before her lay a table carved from a single massive oak trunk, scarred with centuries of scratches and burn marks. On it rested the forbidden scrolls—parchments so old that the edges curled and the ink had faded into whispers of black and silver.Maelis’s voice was steady but carried an urgency that sent a chill straight through Elena’s bones. “These scrolls hold the truth about your power, Elena. What you bear is no accident, no curse. It is a legacy.”Elena swallowed hard. The weight of the past pressed down on her—on her body, heavy with the twins—and on her soul. For months, she had felt the surges of power, the flashes of control and ch

The Twin’s VisionThe night was still, too still.Elena woke with a jerk, breath catching in her throat, the instinct of a mother slicing through her sleep like a blade. Something was wrong. She felt it before she heard it—an invisible pull, a tightening in her chest, the unmistakable ripple of magic.The twins.She hurried down the hall of the Alpha’s guest wing, bare feet touching cold stone, her pulse thundering. She pushed open the heavy door——and froze.The room was dark... but not silent. A soft whispering wind swirled around her sons' small beds, carrying with it the faint scent of moonlight and embers. And there, at the center of the room, stood her older twin—Aren—eyes open, glowing silver-white as if the moon itself had claimed him.“Aren?” Elena whispered, stepping forward.He didn’t blink. Didn’t move.And then she felt it—a surge of power so ancient, so cold, she shivered.“Aren… baby, talk to me.”His lips parted.And in a childlike whisper layered with an ancient voice,

POISONED BONDSThe feast was meant to unite the pack after weeks of tension…Instead, it almost killed Elena.The moment she stepped into the grand hall, she felt it — a strange heaviness pressing against her chest, like unseen fingers tightening around her throat. The noise of the crowd dimmed. The scents around her blurred. Her heartbeat stumbled.Something was wrong.But the room was packed with warriors, elders, foreign guests, and even members of Damien’s allied clans. After the twins’ strange powers revealed themselves, the entire region wanted to “honor” the Luna-to-be.It should have been safe.Should have been.Damien was by her side immediately. “Elena? You look pale.”“I’m… fine,” she lied, steadying herself on the table. “Just tired.”But a thin bead of sweat rolled down her spine. The torches blurred. Her vision doubled.Not tired.Not fine.Poisoned.The moment she lifted her goblet, Zephyr watched her from across the hall. His shadow-wolf senses sharpened instantly, his