Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Last White Wolf & Her Chosen Kings: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Daeira POVI stood at the head of the war table, my hand braced on the dark polished wood, notebook open in front of me, pen tapping out the rhythm of my thoughts. Around me sat the people I trusted most in the world, each one already watching me like they knew something big was coming.And it was. But first? Business.“During the link ritual,” I said, my voice low and clear, “I felt something… off.”Everyone’s backs straightened.“The bonds all came through strong. Steady. Except one.” I met each of their eyes in turn. “It felt wrong. Sludgy. Cold. It didn’t feel like a scared rogue. It felt like a fucking plant. Like someone snuck in during the chaos.”Tarin’s breath caught. “Oh hell no.”Riven swore under his breath. Kael cracked his knuckles.“I want eyes everywhere,” I said firmly. “Until we find the corrupted wolf, no one moves unchecked.”“Done,” Tarin said, flipping open her clipboard with a snap. “I’ll alert the maids immediately. We’ll monitor everyone moving through the kee

Alpha Draeven Korr POVCouncil MemberThe trees were cold this deep in the mountain line. Ancient. Silent. But even silence couldn't drown out the low hum of the Seralyn wards just ahead.They shimmered like heat waves, invisible, yet unmistakably powerful. The damn things had held strong through every assault we'd thrown at them. Magic, claws, even brute force.Not even Solas's best spells could pierce them. Not yet, anyway. But I wasn't angry. I was patient. The key to unraveling a kingdom isn't a battering ram.It's doubt.I crouched behind a twisted pine, my cloak pulled tight against the chill, and watched Seralyn through a spyglass enchanted with scrying magic. Wolves moved freely inside. Laughing. Eating. Celebrating.They really believed they were safe.Beside me, Alpha Solas Myrren, his pale hair braided and glowing faintly with mage light, sat with his back straight, his fingers drumming against a ward stone in his palm. He didn't speak, didn't have to. I could feel his thou

Daeira POVEverything was too loud.The war room, the prison, the godsdamn council structure. The whispered conversations about the spy, the poison, the wards. Everyone needed answers. Everyone was looking at me to give them.And godsdammit, I was tired.I was exhausted in that soul deep, can’t think straight, don’t even know my own name, kind of way. And I was furious because I didn’t get to stop. I didn’t get to break down or collapse or scream into a pillow. I was the Alpha. The White Wolf. The goddess’s chosen.But right then? I was just Daeira. And I needed to run.“I’m going for a run,” I said suddenly, loud enough for everyone in the war room to hear. “Anyone’s welcome to come, but I’m not waiting.”Nobody responded. I didn’t blame them.Lunaryn didn’t wait either. She was already shifting before I hit the threshold of the keep, and I let the magic take me, my bones snapping and reforming as I hit the grass at a sprint.The rush of air through fur was instant relief. My paws sl

Solas Myrren POVCouncil WolfThe wards were a cage, but only for those who walked.There are older things. Things that slip between the stones. Crawl between shadows. Things that don’t step... they seep. And I knew how to speak to them.I waited until night fell fully. Until even the moon gave up on this cursed camp. The others were asleep or pretending to be. Draeven had retreated to his war tent to sulk and rage in circles. Fine. Let the Alpha stew. He needed results. I needed silence.I walked into the woods. Far enough from the wards to be safe from their pulsing, sickening hum, but close enough that I could feel her.The white wolf. Her power was wild and warm. A bonfire in a frozen wasteland. Disgusting.I stopped in a clearing where the trees bent inward, branches like broken fingers, leaves sick with mildew and rot. Good. The right place. The old place.I drew the circle in ash and ground bone, muttering the incantation under my breath. The runes glowed black, not red, not go

Daeira POVThe sun had barely cleared the trees when we rode out.Auren looked far too comfortable on a horse for someone who uses wings for transportation. Riven and Kael rode like they were born in saddles, laughing and snarking as we galloped through the southern forest path, our breath puffing in the cool morning air.I popped a piece of gum and pretended I wasn't praying my braid wouldn't unravel mid canter.The guard tower loomed in the distance like a silent sentinel. The closer we got, the more tension I felt bleeding off my bond with Commander Hartfell, like static in my veins. Something was up.We reached the base, slid off the horses like a well oiled pack of badasses, and climbed the narrow spiral stairs two at a time.Hartfell was already waiting at the top, one hand resting on the railing, his eyes grim, and his jaw was tighter than usual. He didn't say a damn word. Just turned, held out the binoculars, and pointed east.I took them with a muttered "thanks," raised them