Todos os capítulos de Silent Howls: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Liora’s P.O.V. Carla’s words echoed in my head all the way back to my cabin. “Your mother would be proud that you are reclaiming what was stolen from you. Learn who you are, Liora!” Those words didn’t leave me, becoming my companion as I sat on the bed and placed the scrolls carefully beside me. The moment I was alone, determination flared inside my chest like fire. I untied the cloth bundle with shaky fingers and spread the scrolls across my lap. The parchment was old, smelling faintly of dust and herbs, and when I unrolled the first one, my breath caught. Diagrams. Symbols. Notes I remembered from my childhood were there, the curling shapes that my mom used to draw on my wrist in her spare time. My throat tightened as it occurred to me that they weren’t the silly doodles to cheer up a kid. My mom wasn’t used to telling me imaginary tales as bedtime stories! They were the lessons, teachings, and pieces of my heritage she had tried to pass down in the only way she could

Liora’s P.O.V.I gazed at him, utterly confused, unable to decipher the meaning behind his words. Like, what could be more important than a war that he was willing to wait here for?Cassian moved forward and opened the door, nearly colliding with Uncle Enzo sprinting towards us. His face was drained of color, panic twisting his features.“Your Majesty,” he blurted out, breath ragged.“Today is Beatrice’s wedding, the very day you initially picked to attack the Ember Howl Pack.” He shook his head in disbelief, eyes widening. “But now, Magnus has attacked us. How is this even possible?”Despite the tension, Cassian didn’t even flinch. His gaze flicked to me for a heartbeat, something knowing and grim flashing across his eyes. His voice was a low rumble as he said,“It seems our enemy is as cunning as my mate warned me.”Uncle Enzo nodded sharply. “Indeed, it’s true that Alpha Magnus is unpredictable. He has brought a massive army. The spies in the first lines say that it’s the larges

Cassian’s P.O.V. The battle raged around me, the earth trembling under the stamp of thousands of paws and feet. My lycan surged within me, sharp claws tearing through the enemy with ruthless precision. I snapped another wolf’s neck, hearing that sickening crack echoing through the clearance. A growl vibrated my chest as I bared my teeth to the sky in triumph. Killing was something I enjoyed the most in my life. And this war was the best chance to calm the bloodthirsty part of my soul. Enzo, Stacy, and Damon moved like shadows, carving through enemy lines in perfect coordination. Each of them held their ground with courage that rivaled even my own. Leading the army, I kept my eyes sweeping the chaos, instincts sharp, every sense alert. However, something gnawed at the edge of my mind despite the lovely scenario of bloodshed. Hours had passed, and yet I hadn’t seen them, the ones I wanted dead most: Alpha Magnus and Alpha Sebastian. I caught a glimpse of Luna Thalia and Beat

Liora’s P.O.V. Death drug? Holy cow! After spending my entire life as a silent participant in high-end meetings, I was aware of every confidential information discussed there. Once an alpha mentioned a deadly drug to use as a modern weapon in wars, as fighting with claws and shedding blood were old methods now. At that moment, I thought they were talking nonsense, wasting their money on the lost cause. But now, Sebastian’s reaction confirmed that it wasn’t in vain. They had developed the drug, and its first victim was my mate. Cassian was infected with the death drug. Carla came to my side as I nodded in confirmation, asking me impatiently. “What type of drug is it, Liora? What are the ingredients?” Her query forced my mind to run wildly, replaying the distant memory buried under the layers of pain and despair. My hands trembled slightly as I started signing, stating the ingredients one by one. “Concentrated wolfs-bane, nightshade, cyanide, jaski...” Carla nodde

Cassian’s P.O.V.“I love you, Cassian.”A soft, lilting voice drifted through the thickness of my half-conscious haze, pulling me out of relaxing sleep. I groaned as that voice persisted, repeating this statement like a chant. My mind protested. “Who the hell is whispering a love confession into my sleep?”Ignoring that voice, I tried to sleep again. But this time, it sounded louder—warm, desperate, and trembling with emotions. “I love you, Cassian.”Well, that was it for my patience!I rumbled, warning her politely.“Look, I appreciate your confession, Miss. Truly. But I am a mated man. Please try your luck somewhere else.”To cover my ears with a pillow, I lifted my hand, trying to silence that active lady in my sleep. However, my arm barely moved. It trembled weakly, then flopped uselessly on the blanket, jolting me awake with the loud thud. Blinking harder, I frowned. “What the hell?”My limbs felt fragile, and my chest ached with a dull, deep throb, every breath making someth