Semua Bab W.I.L.D.: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The cabin was quiet for once, a rare lull in the constant hum of Guardian life. Grammy moved through the rooms with practiced ease, checking wards, reinforcing protective charms, ensuring every detail was precise. Her eyes, however, kept drifting toward the twins—Liona and Kael.Even at just over one year old, they were anything but ordinary. Sitting cross-legged in the corner of the sunlit clearing, hands clasped, eyes closed, they radiated a faint shimmer, almost imperceptible to anyone who wasn’t attuned to magic. Grammy froze mid-step, letting the faint glow wash over her vision. She knew what it meant. She had known from the moment she first held them in her mind’s eye. They were primals, the balance keepers, and even now, they were beginning to understand themselves.A small, almost imperceptible smile curved her lips. She didn’t speak. There was no need. They had to discover it on their own, to feel it, to learn the rhythm of their power.

The first warning came in the air.It grew heavy, thick enough that every breath scraped down their throats. The torches guttered against a wind that hadn’t come from outside, their flames leaning inward instead of out.Cheyenne’s head snapped up. “Do you feel that?”No one answered at first, but they all felt it—the unnatural hush that fell across the clearing, the way the shadows along the walls began to slither upward as if they had lives of their own.Tora’s stomach twisted, her eyes already darting to where Jax stood. His jaw was tight, body rigid, as though he too understood what was happening before anyone could say it aloud.“It’s him,” Nalia whispered. Her phoenix glow flickered, struggling against the darkness creeping in.Chelsea cursed under her breath. “The bastard’s coming for another.”For Jax.The thought slammed through Tora’s chest,

The war room wasn’t really a room at all—it was the great hall of Blood Moon, its long oak table stretched the length of the chamber, maps and parchments scattered across it like the aftermath of a toddler with finger paints. The air itself seemed heavier, as if it knew what decisions were about to be made beneath the flicker of torches and candlelight.Every seat was filled. Leaders of clans and species who would rather bite each other’s throats out than share dinner sat shoulder-to-shoulder, forced together by fate and by the shimmering presence of the guardians.Tate sat at the head of the table, posture rigid, dragon aura practically bleeding through his human skin. Across from him, Kensavion lounged with his arms crossed, wings faintly outlined in golden light at his back like a perpetual flex. Charlie had a neat stack of spell notes beside him, already muttering incantations under his breath as if prepping flash cards for a final exam. Collin le

The silence inside the fortress pressed down on them, heavy and suffocating. Every footstep echoed like a shout, though the group moved carefully, close enough to touch shoulders if needed.It happened fast.The stones beneath their feet flared, lines of ancient runes blazing to life in a jagged circle around them. The floor gave a low groan, like the fortress itself had stirred, and the air instantly thickened with a metallic, choking energy. Sparks danced in the air, forming tendrils of crackling light that lashed toward the Guardians like hungry snakes.Chelsea cursed under her breath. “Oh, fantastic. Magical bear trap, deluxe edition.”“Stay calm,” Cheyenne ordered, forcing steel into her voice even as the runes hummed higher, like a wasp nest about to explode.Nalia’s flames leapt to her hands, but the fire sputtered, struggling against the electric crackle around them. Isolde unsheathed her dagger, though she loo

The chamber reeked of smoke, sweat, and fear. Shadows clawed at the Guardians relentlessly, their forms human but their powers straining to keep pace with the onslaught. Cheyenne’s arms shook, sweat streaking her sun-kissed skin as she gritted her teeth. We need our mates… we need them now, she thought, feeling the tether to Gunner thrumming weakly.Beside her, Tora’s fiery fists glimmered with waning energy. She ducked under a lash of darkness, fire sputtering as it hit a shadow that seemed to twist and shift around her attack. Her breathing came in ragged bursts. “We… can’t stop,” she panted. “Not yet. Keep them busy!”Nalia’s hands radiated the soft glow of first dawn, but each burst of flame sapped more of her stamina. Tyler struggled against the shackles, murmuring in his mind, We’ve got you… just hold on. She sent him a pulse of warmth, steadying him, keeping his hope ali