Todos os capítulos de Blood And Desire: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 98

The ramshackle inn at Turry Pass stood like a forgotten sentinel on the edge of the old trade road, hunched against the cold wind that swept down from the northern mountains, its weathered wooden beams groaning under the weight of years and neglect. Midnight had long since claimed the world, wrapping the surrounding forest in a thick blanket of darkness broken only by the faint silver glow of a half-moon peeking through scattered clouds. The wind carried the sharp bite of approaching winter, rustling the bare branches overhead and sending dry leaves skittering across the dirt path leading to the inn’s sagging porch.Skye dismounted his horse with a quiet thud of boots crunching on the thin layer of frozen ground. The animal snorted softly, its breath fogging in the cold air as he tied the reins to a post beside the stable with quick, practiced movements. He pulled his cloak tighter around his shoulders, though the cold bit at his exposed skin, but he barely felt it, the chill had lit

Dravonnia rarely held any event that required a number of attendees outside the Alpha’s monthly council meetings, so it was a bit of a surprise to most when the invitations went out. Thick parchment sealed with black wax bearing the jagged silver sigil of a wolf’s head in profile, Winter’s personal mark, not the council’s. No flourish, no gilded edges, no perfumed ribbon. Just the stark command inside: The heir will be named. First week of Spring. Castle Holgah Great Hall. Attendance expected.No explanation. No request for gifts. No mention of feasting or tourneys. Only the date, the place, and the unspoken weight that attendance was not optional.Messengers had ridden out in every direction three weeks earlier. By the time the first snowmelt trickled down the mountain passes, every pack leader, every allied lord, every minor chieftain who owed fealty or feared reprisal had received the same terse summons. Whispers spread faster than the riders: the Lycan had finally relented. Afte

“You are pregnant, Scarlett.”The words had landed gently, almost apologetically, but they had struck her like cold iron sinking into flesh. She had lain back on the wide bed that night, hand pressed low on her abdomen, and stared at the carved ceiling beams until the candle guttered out. No tears came then. No panic. Only a deep, hollow stillness that felt dangerously close to acceptance. She had kept the news entirely to herself. And two months had passed since the physician’s soft voice had confirmed what she already half-knew in her bones.Not a word to Winter. Not a whisper to the maids who changed her linens or brought her trays of broth and bread. She had simply begun to move differently: looser robes that skimmed rather than clung, shawls draped across her middle even in the warmest hours, a habit of resting one palm just below her navel whenever she thought no one was watching. Her stomach had not grown visibly yet, too early, the physician had explained, but the slight soft

The first week of spring had arrived with deceptive gentleness. The snow that had blanketed Frostspire for months was retreating in slow, reluctant patches, melting first along the southern walls where the sun lingered longest, then creeping upward toward the towers until only the highest battlements still wore white caps. The thaw brought mud: thick, black, sucking at every boot and wheel that dared cross the outer yard. It brought noise too, carriages rumbling in endless procession, horses stamping and snorting, drivers shouting orders over the din, servants scurrying between the stables and the kitchens with armloads of hay and firewood. It brought people. Tens of them. Alphas and Betas from every corner of the North had answered Winter’s terse summons. Their banners snapped above the courtyard like war flags in peacetime: gray wolves on black, red stags on green, silver ravens on midnight blue, black bears on crimson. Carriages lined the yard in crooked rows that spilled beyond t