Semua Bab The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan: Bab 91 - Bab 100

His voice was absolute. "I've lived centuries, Yara. I've never felt anything like what I feel for you."He took the knife from my trembling hands and set it on the table beside us. Then he pulled me close, his forehead resting against mine."Tell me your worst fear," he whispered. "Right now. The thing you're most afraid of."I closed my eyes, feeling his breath on my face. "That I'm not enough. That one day you'll wake up and realize you made a mistake binding yourself to someone as broken as me.""Your turn," I said, my voice barely audible.Ares was quiet for a moment. Then: "That I'll fail you. That when you need me most, I won't be strong enough to protect you. That you'll die because I wasn't good enough."I opened my eyes and found him looking at me with such raw vulnerability that it made my chest ache."We're both idiots," I said.He laughed, the sound rough and unexpected. "Apparently.""Okay." I reached for the knife, my hand steadier now. "Let's do this before I lose my n

A low growl of agreement rumbled through the ranks. I could feel the bloodlust rising, the anticipation of violence that all wolves carried in their bones."Yara," Perla said, moving her horse closer. "Before you go down there, there's one more thing about the bond you need to—""Matriarch!" One of the First Blood scouts came racing up the ridge, his horse's hooves throwing up chunks of dirt. "We have a problem!"Ares wheeled his horse around. "What is it?""Tiana's stopped," the scout panted. "The whole column. They're not moving forward anymore."My stomach dropped. "She knows. She knows it's a trap.""Show me," Ares commanded.We rode to the edge of the ridge and looked down. The scout was right. Tiana's forces had come to a complete halt in the middle of the canyon. Warriors were dismounting, forming defensive positions.And Tiana herself was looking up. Directly at where we were hidden.Even from this distance, I could see her smile."She spotted the ambush," Valerius cursed. "Ho

The silver light emanating from my body cast strange shadows across the canyon walls, making everything look ethereal and unreal.Riel took a step back, his sword lowering slightly. "Yara, what—""Don't." My voice didn't sound like my own. It carried a resonance that made the air vibrate. "Don't say my name like you have the right to speak it."Behind me, I heard Perla struggling to her feet. Through this new, expanded awareness, I could feel her life force—weakened from the wound in her side, but steady. Determined.And further away, cutting through the chaos of battle, I felt Ares. He was fighting his way toward me, cutting down anyone who got between us. Through the bond, I felt his shock at the power radiating from me. His concern. His pride.What's happening to you? his thought echoed in my mind.I don't know, I admitted. But it feels... good.The Mark had spread across my entire body now, creating intricate patterns of silver light that pulsed with each heartbeat. I could feel p

The feral wolves didn't charge immediately.They circled us instead, red eyes glowing in the dim canyon light, foam dripping from their massive jaws. There had to be at least fifteen of them, each one twice the size of a normal shifted wolf.And every single one was focused on Ares and me.This is bad, I thought through the bond.Understatement, Ares shot back. His breathing was labored—I could feel his exhaustion through our connection, the toll of fighting his way through an entire army to reach me. How much power do you have left?Not enough, I admitted. Maybe I can drain one or two of the ferals, but after that...After that, we die, Ares finished grimly. Together.Always together, I agreed.Through the bond, I felt his fierce satisfaction at that. If we were going to die, at least we'd do it as we'd lived—bound to each other, refusing to surrender."How touching," Tiana called out, still standing safely behind her ring of warriors. "The monster and the freak, united in death. It'

​The sound of Perla’s hand striking Tiana’s face echoed through the canyon, a sharp crack that seemed to silence the dying whimpers of the battlefield.​Tiana reeled back, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth where Perla’s ring had caught her lip. She looked up, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of shock and unadulterated rage. For the first time in her life, the golden girl, the princess of the Blackthorn pack, looked utterly defeated.​"You..." Tiana hissed, spitting blood onto the rocky ground. "You’re dying, old woman. I can smell the rot on you."​Perla swayed, her face turning a sickly shade of grey, but she didn't step back. She kept her hand pressed to the weeping wound in her side, her violet eyes burning with a cold, ancient fire. "I may be dying," she rasped, her voice wet. "But you will be forgotten. That is a far worse fate."​"Get her out of my sight," I commanded, my voice trembling with the adrenaline crash. "Thora, take her. The deepest cell in the keep. Iron