บททั้งหมดของ Marked and forsaken : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

😧Shhhhh I clamp my hand around Rauth’s mouth Don’t open I whisper Why? He whisper back , That is your Aunty Kerynna I say So? He asks lost in my actions She almost killed me yesterday She tied me up to a tree I only managed to free myself from her in the evening,I say half sobbing Why? He say but won’t even allow me answer, he bolt up Let me see what she wants first, he say getting off the bed , I try to hold him back , but my hands unreachable He opens the door and pretend to be half unconscious , half awake Where is Serenya?” I hear the voice—oh, it’s even Caelora. She has the mind to come here after what I survived yesterday. The memory of me crashing down from that tree creeps back behind my eyes. I just groan—no screams this time—so Caelora doesn’t hear. “She’s so broken,” Rauth says to her. “Okay. I’ll go tell Aunty Kerynna,” Caelora answers. Then Rauth shuts the door and drops back onto the bed. “I told you I should answer,” he

‼️We might need to go somewhere,” Rauth says, calm, but I can feel the tension coiling under his skin. “What’s happening? We can’t go anywhere now—look, so many are injured, and look at Caelora. She really needs us.” I force hope into my voice, trying to believe it myself. “I’ll be back.” He moves away to receive messages from Lucan. I rush to Caelora’s side. She looks up at me, worry etched on her face. “Serenya… did I cause much damage?” “Yes, you have,” I admit softly, pressing my hand gently to her eye. “But everyone’s fine, okay?” She nods, letting out a small breath. I signal my sisters. “What is it?” Nyvrae asks, eyes searching mine. “I can’t say yet, but stay on guard,” I reply. “Let’s tend to anyone who’s injured. Keep everyone together, and stay close to Father, Aunty Kerynna, and Aunty Caelora.” “Kaela, please find Mia for me and tell her to bring Elarion,” I add, urgency in my voice. Rauth returns, and I meet him halfway. “Hmmm… you see something?” He

Soldiers rush past Rauth and Varyn. “Protect the king—from what?” My stomach clenches. My eyes widen, tracing the uproar to the very heart of the Westfallen—the outcasts we just discovered. The memory hits me hard—me, running down the hill last night, breathless, insisting Rauth move them out. The cold flash in his eyes when he realized I might be right. Relief slips through my wolf like air through a wound. If we hadn’t moved them… the attack would’ve torn straight through the west-born wolves now sheltering under southern skies. But what do they truly hold? Why did Rauth’s father send them here in the first place?What secret lies in their being here?” A swarm of warriors surges around Varyn—those who crossed the southern boundary with him—fanning out into the land, abandoning the very king they’d just sworn to protect. Through the chaos, I catch Varyn’s face. And just as I feared—he isn’t surprised. Not even shaken. He knew this would happen. So this was plan

“How are you so sure he’s been released?” I ask. “Let’s hope—and get there first,” he breathes. His eyes glimmer beneath the moonlight, twin shards of silver threaded with doubt. He exhales, his breath brushing my face, carrying that faint mountain-cold scent of him. “Why did you suddenly decide we go alone?” I ask. “I don’t really know,” Rauth murmurs, voice edged in thought. “I have this… subtle feeling about it.” “How—like leaving them behind for protection while we’re gone?” “Yes. Partly. But not completely.” He exhales again, heavier this time. “I just feel we’ll be safer… fewer.” I cut him a sharp look. “You’re still haunted by the separation at the mountain clans.” He gives a small, reluctant nod. “Yes, that’s true. But we’re only going to see my uncle—to pick up where he stopped in the investigation before Aunt Caelora’s cover was blown. We’ll take it from there.” He pauses, glancing toward the horizon where the moon tilts lower. “And don’t worry—I told C

💔Let’s rest here, queen.” “No, we need to keep going—so we can be there to protect the south. Remember what the sentinel said,” I say, urgency scraping my tired voice. “Shhhh.” His tone softens. “You need to rest. Sit.” As my body hits the ground, I realize how much I needed to. My bones feel hollow, my pulse weak. “Rest your head on me,” Rauth murmurs. “I know that story your uncle told us,” I say suddenly. He stills. “You do?” Suspicion shadows his voice. “Elder Ysmera told me,” I whisper. “She said to keep it secret—the night we left for the West.” “Why would she want it kept secret?” he asks. “Because it’s the same story that slaughtered eleven of my tribe’s elders,” I breathe, “to keep that secret buried.” Rauth goes still again—shocked, but composed. “So you already suspected Varyn, before my uncle confirmed it tonight?” “Yes.” I exhale the word like a confession. But the story differs a bit,” I say, curiosity threading my tone. “Where?” Rauth asks, le