Tous les chapitres de : Chapitre 21 - Chapitre 30

Lyra's POVWhen I woke, the first thing I felt was the cold metal biting into my wrists. Silver cuffs, tight enough to leave marks. The ceiling above me was low, built from smooth stone that caught the faint shimmer of moonlight leaking through the bars.The Moon Cells were silent except for the steady drip of water somewhere in the corner. My throat ached when I tried to move and the scent of silver burned the air until I coughed.Kael wasn’t there and the emptiness beside the cell door told me he had gone. Just then, I overheard someone saying that the Council had called him and he had gone without saying a word to me. He always did things like that, walking away before I could ask the questions that mattered. The silence hurt more than the chains.I sat up slowly, my body heavy from the sedative they used. My hands shook when I tried to pull at the cuffs, but they didn’t move. The metal seared my skin and I bit back a cry. It felt like punishment and maybe it was. My head throbbed a

Lyra's POV.When the pack shifted, the sound filled the forest like thunder. Bones cracked, flesh tore and the air burned with energy as wolves replaced bodies. The world moved in one pulse, one breath and one heartbeat. I could feel it in my skin, in my blood and in the pull of the moon above us. The bond between Kael and me throbbed, steady and hot.I ran with them, bare feet hitting the earth. The night was sharp, together with the thickness of the smell of smoke. Kael was ahead, in his form darker than the rest. His wolf moved like shadow and fire together. I could still feel his command echoing through the pack, with an invisible chain pulling us forward.The woods opened before us. The witches’ lights flickered through the trees, thin and sickly. Their magic twisted the air and when I looked up, the moon was bleeding again. My heart beat faster as the Hollow stirred inside me, pressing against my ribs. "Let me out." “No,” I whispered, forcing my body to keep moving. “Not yet.” K

Lyra's POV.When I woke, the light coming through the shutters was pale and thin. The first thing I felt was heat on my shoulder. When I looked down, a new mark shimmered there, part of Kael’s oath rune, part of the Hollow’s sigil. The lines had fused while I slept. The skin around it was smooth but warm, as if it were breathing.Kael was sitting in a chair near the window, still wearing his torn shirt from the night before. His eyes were half-closed, with one hand resting against his temple. The air between us hummed with quiet tension.“You didn’t leave,” I said softly. He opened his eyes. “I couldn’t. Every time I tried, the mark pulled me back.”I touched the place on my shoulder. “It’s changing again.” “I know.” He stood and came closer. “Let me see.”When his fingers brushed the edge of the mark, a rush of heat ran through both of us. For a heartbeat, I wasn’t in the room anymore. The bond flared and I saw flashes of memory that weren’t mine, snow, blood and the sound of a man s

Kael’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was smoke. The air was thick with it and the trees around the clearing were still burning. The second thing I felt was silence. The bond in my chest, the one that had always hummed with her heartbeat, was quiet. Not gone, just faint, like something buried deep under water.Cassian’s voice broke through the haze. “He’s awake.” Hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. My head throbbed and my body ached, but I pushed them away and looked around.The clearing was wrecked and the ground was torn open where the runes had been. A few wolves were dragging bodies out of the fire; some were witches and some were ours.“Where is she?” I said. Cassian turned. “Over there.” Lyra stood near the edge of the trees. Her back was to us, her hair tangled and her skin streaked with ash. The mark on her shoulder glowed faintly, but not red anymore, black, steady and pulsing. She was alive, but she wasn’t the same.I got to my feet. My legs felt l

Kael’s POVThe sound of the dungeon doors closing behind us echoed down the corridor like a warning. The air was thick, damp and heavy with the scent of rust and old blood. Torches lined the stone walls, their light flickering weakly, not enough to push back the shadows. Lyra followed me, her steps light but deliberate, her mark faintly glowing under her sleeve. I didn’t want her here and not for this.Eira sat chained to the far wall. Her wrists were raw where the iron rubbed against her skin. Her hair hung loose, matted with dirt and dried blood, but her eyes were steady. She didn’t look broken and she looked like someone waiting for the right moment to strike.“You shouldn’t be here,” I said quietly to Lyra as we approached.She didn’t answer. She just folded her arms and stood beside me, watching Eira. Eira smiled faintly. “The happy couple returns.”“Cut the act,” I said, stepping closer. “You knew what the witches were planning. You gave them my blood. Tell me what they want.” Ei