Alle Kapitel von Silent Howls: Kapitel 111 – Kapitel 120

Liora’s P.O.V.I watched Cassian closely, sensing the tension still lingering in his posture despite the softer tone in his voice. I couldn’t help but furrow my brow, curiosity mixing with concern. “I couldn’t understand your lunch invitation to Adrian,” I said gently, trying to divert his frustration. “Were you… trying to look for something?”Cassian’s sharp features softened slightly as he turned his gaze toward me. He took a slow, measured breath, as if the question allowed him a moment to release some of the tightness coiling inside him.“You are right,” he admitted, his voice low but steady. “I wanted to clarify my suspicion.”My heart skipped a beat at the seriousness in his tone. He continued, eyes fixed somewhere beyond me, as though he was reliving the conversation from earlier.“As I mentioned before, my siblings haven’t accepted me as their king,” he said, running a hand through his dark hair, a rare vulnerability creeping into his usual composure. “So I suspected they mi

Liora's P.O.V. The needle slipped safely back into my palm as I pressed against his chest. His warmth wrapped around me, steady and familiar. The mate-bond surge between us, deep, divine, and binding our hearts in a sacred rhythm. My own tension eased despite the situation, my body responding to him instinctively. Still, unease pricked at me. I tilted my head back slightly, searching his face. “Is everything okay, Cassian?” I asked softly. “Now you’re scaring me. I’m not going to a war or something.” His arms tightened around me, protective, almost desperate. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and raw with emotion. “I don’t know what I have done to be paired with you, little fawn. You understand me so well.” Cassian rested his forehead against mine for a heartbeat longer, then continued, his voice heavy with truths he rarely allowed to surface. “You respected my opinion and still came up with a new method to seal the borders,” he said quietly. “I know I can be difficult

Liora’s P.O.V. The morning of Damon’s wedding arrived wrapped in cheer and distant music, as if the palace itself was determined to celebrate something my heart refused to acknowledge. I excused myself from the preparations early, blaming lingering weakness and Carla’s strict instructions. No one questioned it. After everything I had put my body through, my absence was expected. And though I truly felt better, I had no intention of stepping into a ceremony that felt like betrayal. To me, attending Damon’s wedding meant standing on the ruins of Stacy’s heart and smiling. And I would certainly not do it! The warm sunlight streamed through the tall windows, glinting off silverware and polished marble. Cassian sat across from me for breakfast, relaxed, one hand around his coffee cup. His posture was deceptively calm for a king on such a significant day. I watched him for a moment, gathering courage. “Cassian,” I said carefully, “do you have any ideas about how to stop someone from g

Liora’s P.O.V.“No. You can’t donate blood. Not now!”Carla’s voice cut through the room, sharp with panic. I turned to her slowly, my vision blurring as a tear slipped down my cheek. I knew my wolf was exhausted, my soul still fragile from sealing the borders, but none of that mattered anymore.“You have drained your wolf’s energy completely,” Carla continued, her hands trembling. “A blood donation will harm you more than you realize.”I looked at her, really looked at her, and shook my head. My voice came out quiet, but unshakable.“It’s better to be sick,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat, “than to watch a friend die.”Another tear escaped before I could stop it. I wiped it away harshly and stepped forward, something fierce and ancient rising inside me.“I won’t let my friend suffer.”The room seemed to freeze for a heartbeat!Then I took control of it.“Prepare for a live transfusion,” I ordered, my voice carrying the weight of command. “Now. Carla, check the poi

Liora’s P.O.V.The screen flickered as Carla adjusted her phone, the sterile white walls of the hospital room coming into view behind her. Tubes, monitors, and the steady beep of a heart monitor echoed in the background as Carla spoke gently.“Stacy was admitted to the hospital. The doctors are taking good care of her, Liora. She’s stable for now.”A breath I didn’t realize I was holding finally left my lungs. Relief washed over me in a weak wave, leaving my limbs light and trembling. Adrian getting them to the pack safely had eased half my fear, but hearing this from Carla made my chest loosen for the first time since last night.“Thank you,” I whispered. “Please stay with her. Don’t leave her alone.” My voice broke. “Not after losing the baby.”Carla nodded, her eyes soft with understanding. “I won’t. I promise. And Liora,” her tone shifted into that familiar, firm warmth. “You need to take your medicines on time. No skipping. Your body hasn’t recovered yet.”“I will,” I said quic