Alle Kapitel von THE MAD ALPHA : Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 147

POV: ELARA The noise stops. Just like that. One second the temple is shaking apart around us, magic screaming through the air so loud my ears ring and my head feels like it will split open, and then suddenly everything drops into silence. Not quiet. Silence. The kind that feels wrong. The kind that presses against your chest and makes you realize something terrible just finished happening. I stand there breathing hard, my lungs burning, my whole body shaking while dust slowly falls from the broken ceiling above us. Small pieces of stone hit the ground one after another, little tapping sounds echoing through the empty temple. Nobody moves. Nobody speaks. For a second I cannot even hear my own heartbeat. Then my breath finally rushes out of me. It comes out shaky. “Oh Goddess.” The storm is gone. All the wild magic that was tearing through the temple a moment ago has collapsed into nothing. The air feels heavy now, thick with smoke and the sharp smell of b

POV: ELARA The second Darius moves, I know exactly what is about to happen. His body shifts forward fast, muscles snapping tight like a spring that has been held down too long, and his wolf launches straight toward the smallest movement in the temple. Arin. My heart stops. Everything inside me reacts at once. There is no thinking. No plan. No hesitation. Just instinct. “ARIN!” I scream. My body moves before my mind catches up. I run. My boots scrape hard across the cracked stone floor while Darius’s massive form rushes forward at the same time, his claws already slicing through the air as the wolf inside him locks onto the nearest threat. My son. “Dad!” Arin shouts. His voice breaks in the air between us. The sound makes something twist violently inside my chest because there is so much hope in that one word, so much belief that the man rushing toward him will stop. But the wolf does not stop. His eyes are wild. Bright gold and burning with ye

POV: DARIUSThe first light of morning creeps slowly through the trees while the forest still smells like smoke and broken magic.I stand at the edge of the clearing and stare at the well dug ground in front of me..No one speaks.The entire pack stands quietly beneath the branches of the Moon Tree.It is the oldest tree in our territory.Huge.Ancient.Its trunk is so wide it would take five wolves just to circle it and the branches stretch out over the clearing like giant arms. Pale white bark glows faintly under the early morning light and the leaves whisper softly every time the wind moves through them.Normally this place feels peaceful.Sacred.Today it feels heavy.The air is thick with grief.Three graves wait beneath the tree.Fresh earth piled beside them.Three.My chest tightens when I look at them.The war is over.The curse is gone.But standing here right now it does not feel like victory.It feels like loss.I kneel beside the first grave slowly, my knees pressing into

POV: LYRA I wake up choking on darkness. Not the kind of darkness where you close your eyes and still see shapes. This is worse. This is the kind where there is nothing. No light. No shadows. Just thick black silence pressing in from every side. My lungs drag in a sharp breath and cold air scrapes down my throat. “What…” My voice sounds strange in the dark. Small. I try to sit up. Metal snaps tight around my wrists. The sound echoes through the space with a violent clank and pain shoots up both my arms. I gasp. “What the hell?” I pull harder. The chains jerk again and my shoulders slam back against something hard. Cold stone presses flat against my spine. My breath stutters. For a second my mind feels foggy. The last thing I remember is visions from the temple flashing through my eyes as if I was there.. The ritual. The power surging through the air while the curse twisted and snapped and everything started collapsing. Darius. Elara. That annoying little bo