Todos os capítulos de Our Broken Howls : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Sera POV Morning settled over Ravenwood with a heaviness that had nothing to do with the cold. It wasn’t dreadful. It was awareness. The kind that pressed against the ribs and reminded everyone that what had shifted could not be shifted back.The pack moved differently now.Not united, not fractured beyond repair, but alert in a way that felt permanent. Wolves walked with purpose, even when that purpose was simply to observe. No one rushed. No one lingered without reason. Conversations happened in low tones, but they did not stop when others passed. Silence was no longer a shield. It was simply another choice.I felt it the moment I stepped outside.Erya clung to my hand, her fingers warm despite the chill. She squinted up at the sky, then at the clearing, her gaze lingering on faces she recognized and a few she didn’t. Children noticed patterns long before they understood them. She didn’t need explanations. She was learning by watching how the pack breathed.Lyra joined us near the

Sera POV Morning came without ceremony. No alarms, no sudden shifts, no sense of impending fracture. That alone felt unfamiliar. Ravenwood had grown used to tension announcing itself before the day fully formed, but this time the forest woke slowly, as if testing whether it was safe to breathe at its own pace.I stepped outside just as the light began to filter through the trees. The air carried the clean scent of damp earth and pine, layered with traces of wolves who had passed through during the night. Not guards. Not watchers in the old sense. They moved through the territory as if it belonged to them again, not as something borrowed under permission.That was new.Lyra stood near the edge of the clearing, stretching stiffness from her shoulders. She met my gaze with a quiet look of acknowledgment.“They stayed,” she said.“Yes,” I replied. “And they didn’t need to be told to.”She nodded once. We both understood the weight of that distinction.Erya joined us moments later, still

Sera POV Morning did not arrive cleanly in Ravenwood.It crept in through layers of mist and cold, slow and uncertain, as if the forest itself was deciding whether it was ready to face the day.I felt it before I saw it.The pack was awake, but not aligned.Wolves moved through the paths with purpose, yet their purpose differed. Some walked as though bracing for confrontation. Others carried themselves carefully, measuring how much of themselves they could afford to show. The ease that once existed, the unquestioned rhythm of obedience and routine, was gone.In its place stood awareness.That awareness pressed against my senses the moment I stepped outside. Not hostility. Not reverence. Attention.Eyes followed me openly now. No quick glances away. No forced bows or stiff posture meant to signal submission. Wolves watched because they wanted to understand what came next.That was the price of change. You did not get silence with it.Lyra joined me near the edge of the clearing. She d

Sera POV Dawn arrived slowly over Ravenwood, muted and soft, the kind that neither warmed the forest nor erased the chill lingering from yesterday’s revelations. I stepped outside the cottage, feeling the frost crunch beneath my boots, and immediately sensed the tension that hung in the air. Wolves moved differently now. Not silently, not in fear, but with quiet deliberation. Their steps carried weight, and their glances measured. Every movement had a purpose. Every glance was an acknowledgment that the old rhythms had changed and nothing would ever return to the way it had been.Erya came running up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She was small, her energy bright, almost defiant, despite the heaviness that had settled over the forest. I took her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin against mine, and let it ground me. Lyra moved behind us, ever vigilant, scanning the forest with eyes trained to detect any hint of threat or disobedience. Even now, she carried the weight of lessons learn

Sera POVThe morning did not arrive gently.Ravenwood woke in pieces, frost cracking underfoot, birds scattering too suddenly, wolves shifting from rest to readiness without the usual languid stretch. The forest felt taut, like a held breath that had gone on too long.I sensed it before I saw it.Erya stood beside me as I stepped out into the clearing, her cloak pulled tight, her gaze sharper than a child’s had any right to be. She had learned, quietly, how to read the pack. Where to look. When to stay close. When stillness mattered more than motion.Lyra joined us moments later, her expression unreadable, though her attention had already locked onto the perimeter. Wolves were gathering not clustering, not scattering, but forming something in between. Deliberate. Controlled.Someone had pushed.The question was who.I walked forward without hurrying. Speed suggested urgency. Hesitation suggested weakness. I gave them neither.A pair of sentries stood near the eastern path, closer than