All Chapters of Marked and forsaken : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“Elka, come here,” I snap, urgency threading through my voice. “Yes, High.” “Where did the old one head to?” “I’m sorry, High… but I don’t know.” Rauth shifts beside me, jaw tightening, ready to lash out. “Please,” I cut in, steadying my tone. “Let me talk to her.” I turn to Elka fully. “Listen to me. I know you know where she went—and among other things you’ve kept hidden from me.” My voice softens, almost pleading. “But please… I need to find her. Now.” Elka’s face falters—her eyes flicker between guilt and restraint, as though something unseen binds her will. “Please, my lady,” she whispers, trembling. “You cannot ask me this… please.” “Listen,Elka ,” I press, my voice trembling between command and plea. “The old one might hold secrets that could make this curse—the one binding me and my Alpha—easier to fight. Please… tell me where to find her.” Elka slowly shakes her head, her gaze falling—not in defiance, but in sorrow. The look on her face feels less like betr

🌟Our feet touch Sun Haven, and the sun climbs with the same haste—its rise a reminder of how late we already are. One thing I know for certain: hunters work only beneath the moon. Rauth strides straight toward the healing quarters. I break away, bolting for the hut where Evelin stays with the other outcasts. “Evelin! Evelin!” I call, my voice cutting sharp through the still air, even before I can place a face on anyone inside. “She’s not here,” someone answers. “What?” I breathe, and I’m already running. I catch sight of Thyra. “Find me Evelin—and tell everyone,” I say, my tone raw with urgency. “Evelin’s been undercover for the Mountain Clan.” “What?” Thyra spits, eyes wide—then she bolts. I move straight to the healing quarters—Rauth’s already coming out. “She’s not here!” he screams. “And Aunty Kerynna’s gone too!” “Oh … we’re late.” “Let’s find her. Her hut,” I say. “Where’s that?” Rauth’s voice sharpens, urgency cutting through. “Follow me.” We move

🤍Whenever I’m allowed in the West again, I’ll come straight to you and thank you—for last night and today. For now, I need to meet my sisters tonight; they’ll be waiting for me. I whisper this at her door, careful not to disturb her inside, and slip away into the night. We agreed to meet around the Blue woods I reach the edge of the forest, keeping to its perimeter. I don’t enter, not yet. My heart pounds as I search, every shadow and tree seeming to hide them. I’ve looked everywhere and still see nothing. Could it be that Pelin didn’t hear me clearly? Oh no… did I mistakenly call out the Mountain Wolf Clan instead? I feel a hand on my shoulder. When I turn, Dolly wraps me in a warm embrace. I smile. “They’re here,” I say, and she squeezes my fingers before leading me to the others. They press around me, each hug a small anchor. Pelin holds me the longest—hard, sure, everything I need. When she lets go, Thyra slides a sword into my hand. I glance at Nyvrae; she lifts h

🌀This is where we part ways,” I say. “Get your sons and take them south. When you arrive, tell them we sent you.” Caelric draws a deep, unsteady breath, eyes scanning our faces as though memorizing them. “No, my lady,” he says quietly. “I’ll go my own way. The Alpha King has them—I believe he’ll keep them safe.” Pelin’s jaw tightens. “I hope you bear no grudge for what I did,” she mutters. “That wolf killed my mother. She was aiming for me, and my mother took the fall.” Caelric nods through his tears. “This is as far as we part ways,” I tell him again. But he catches my hand before I can move. His gaze drops to my wrist, lingering there—pleading. “Let me fight with you.” “No, Caelric.” My voice softens. “You need to step away from this. Mourn Morwen. Take a moon bath. Cleanse your wolf. The betrayal feeding on you—it will consume you if you don’t.” He hesitates, then bows his head and walks away, shame and grief dusting his steps like ash. ✦✦✦ Nyvrae, Moren, Thy

🖤The South and the West are tearing each other apart—war feeding war, not uniting against the Head Hunter. Now I know. Dolly and Dolynara didn’t reach the southern warriors in time. But where are they? A scream tears itself from my chest, raw and fierce, hot enough to silence the war around me. “Vaelor!” I call, my voice sharp and high. Stop! No one hears me. I sound less like a command and more like a war cheerleader, lost in chaos. Who can I call? Who holds the anchor of this madness? No… I can’t call Varyn. I don’t even see him. From where I stand to where Rauth fights is a country of blades and spears and arrows and claws — a ravine of violence I have to cross. Each breath tastes of iron and smoke. How do I get there alive? I cannot simply stand and watch them tear themselves apart. This is exactly what the Head Hunter wants: brothers bleeding brothers until only ruin remains. I feel the war pulling at my throat and I refuse to let it swallow them whole. I seize two swor