Semua Bab Claimed by the silverfang alphas : Bab 41 - Bab 50

HUNT FOR KARL~DAXON'S POV~The emergency Pack meeting felt like standing in the eye of a hurricane. Every high-ranking wolf in the Silverfang Pack crammed into the main hall, their energy crackling with barely contained violence. The scent of rage and betrayal hung depth in the air, harsh enough to taste. Mathias stood at the head of the room, his face carved from stone. I flanked him on the right, my wolf pacing restlessly beneath my skin. Tate sat in the front row between Myra and Lyra, her face pale but her spine straight. Proud of her for that. She'd been through hell tonight and hadn't broken."Karl is a traitor," Mathias announced, his voice carrying to every corner of the packed hall. "He conspired with enemies of this Pack. He filed false charges with the Werewolf Council. And with inside help, he escaped our custody."Angry murmurs rippled through the crowd."I want him found," Mathias continued, his eyes flashing black. "Alive if possible. Dead if necessary. But I want hi

TRAINING MONTAGE & ELENA'S SCHEMES~TATE'S POV~You think? Mathias asked, 'Yeah, but I am not sure. For now, I will go for training and hopefully I will be sure.'The training room was nothing like I'd expected. Instead of equipment or weapons, it was empty except for a circle of salt on the floor and dozens of candles flickering around the perimeter. The air smelled like sage and something sharper—sulfur, maybe."This is where we start," Vida said, guiding me into the center of the salt circle. "Mental walls. Every witch needs them, especially one whose gift is telepathy." I glanced back at the door where Mathias and Daxon stood guard, their faces tense. They'd wanted to investigate Owen immediately after my revelation, but Vida had insisted training couldn't wait. The compromise was that they'd station themselves outside the training room while Silas quietly looked into Owen's recent activities."How do I build something I can't see?" I asked Vida."You visualize it. Close your ey

AFTERMATH & ACCUSATIONS~DAXON'S POV~The fight lasted maybe five minutes, but it felt like hours. By the time the last Hunter fell, three of our wolves were dead, a dozen more were injured, and the main hall looked like a war zone. Blood stained the elegant decorations. Glass crunched under boots. And at the center of it all stood Tate, still frozen, her dress splattered with blood that wasn't hers."Get her out of here," Mathias barked at me. "Now."I didn't argue. Tate wasn't responding to anything—not voices, not touch, not even the bond. She'd locked down completely, her mind retreating from the horror of what she'd done.I scooped her into my arms and carried her upstairs, ignoring the chaos below. Our bedroom felt too quiet after the violence downstairs. I set Tate gently on the bed and crouched in front of her."Sweetheart, you need to come back to me."Her eyes were distant, glassy. "I killed him.""You killed an assassin. A Hunter who came here to murder you.""I didn't kno

OWEN'S OBSESSION~TATE'S POV~I ducked into an empty classroom and locked the door, then immediately called Jamie back with shaking hands. He answered on the first ring. "Tate? What's wrong? You sound...""Something just happened," I said, my voice barely steady. "Owen, this guy at school, He grabbed me and started saying all this crazy stuff about spells and dark magic and...""Whoa, slow down. What guy? Did he hurt you?""No. I mean, yes. I mean... I burned him, Jamie. I don't know how, but I burned his hand just by touching him, and everyone saw, and they were all recording, and..." I was spiraling, the words pouring out in a panicked rush."Okay, okay. Deep breaths. You burned him? Like, actually burned him? With fire?""Yes! And he was talking about this witch who's been helping him, and I think... Jamie, I think he's working with the person who's been trying to hurt me."There was a pause on the other end. When Jamie spoke again, his voice was carefully controlled. "Tate, I nee

JAMIE'S CHOICE~MATHIAS POV~I raced upstairs, my wolf howling in panic. Through the bond, I could feel Tate's terror spiking, could sense something strange pressing against her mind. The safe room was built into the center of the Packhouse. No windows, reinforced walls, and covered in protective wards. It was as secure as we could make it.But as I reached the hallway, the emergency lights flickered on, casting everything in red. Four guards lay unconscious outside the safe room door.I burst inside to find Tate standing rigid in the center of the room, her eyes glowing with an unnatural light. And between her and the door stood Jamie.Jamie had arrived two hours ago, immediately after his last exam, driving straight through without stopping. He'd walked into the Packhouse looking exhausted and determined, demanding to see Tate. Daxon and I had barely finished explaining the basics of the supernatural world to him when the attack began. Now he stood facing our possessed mate, his h