Todos los capítulos de Blood And Desire: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Leander sat on the elevated platform like a king on parade, chin tilted high, cloak pooling around him as though the very stone bowed to his presence. He looked out over the gathered Deltas and Betas with the easy arrogance of someone who had never truly lost a war, only inherited one. He didn’t see the way the older wolves exchanged glances. He didn’t feel the undercurrent of doubt rippling through the room. He didn’t understand that Dixon had already calculated every move, every man, every death, long before this meeting was even called.Skye turned his head away lightly, just enough to break eye contact with Leander without making it obvious. The motion was small, controlled, but it carried the weight of everything he couldn’t say aloud.He had watched Fallon die, lying in his own blood while Scarlett cradled his head, silver hair falling forward like a veil that could not shield either of them from the truth. He had watched Scarlett survive, sold, branded, broken, and still breath

Skye stepped outside, the heavy oak door of the hall closing behind him with a dull thud that echoed in the crisp morning air. Far across the training grounds he could hear the familiar rhythm of Deltas at work, grunts of effort, sharp shouts of command, the metallic ring of practice swords clashing, the thud of boots and shields. The sounds carried on the wind, steady and relentless, a heartbeat the castle never quite silenced.He strolled closer, hands loose at his sides, the irritation from the morning still simmering beneath his skin. The training field stretched wide before him, packed earth churned into dust by hundreds of boots. On the raised platform at the center stood Leander, cloak thrown back over his shoulders, emerald tunic catching the light, talking intently to one of the Beta commanders. Both men were bent over a parchment laid out on a rough wooden table, fingers tracing lines, heads close together. Skye could only guess it was a map: the way their hands moved, the w

“A name,” he repeated, almost to himself. “A word. A sound. And suddenly he is real. Suddenly he is mine.”August waited and Winter exhaled once, slow, controlled.“Snow.” he said almost immediately, the word falling from his lips like a stone into still water. A light chuckle followed, low, brief, more breath than laughter.August frowned and gritted his teeth, the sound audible in the quiet room. “Winter…” August started, voice tight with disbelief.Winter cut him off. “Snow.” He looked up at August, a smirk playing on his lips but his eyes expressing nothing but cold seriousness. “That is his name. Snow. There, I named him. Is there anything else on the agenda, August?” The sarcasm dripped like venom, light but lethal.August paused, waiting to see if Winter was joking, if this was another layer of the Lycan’s games. But Winter’s expression didn’t crack. The smirk stayed, thin and unamused, the gray eyes steady and unyielding.August exhaled through his nose, the sound sharp. “Yeah

“I’m not worried about Winter, I’m worried about River. About him,” she finished, voice low and cracked. “He was nearly killed him once because of my carelessness. And I—” She pressed her lips together, shaking her head. “I won’t let that happen.”Zoe studied her for a long beat. “I’m not here to hurt him,” she said quietly. “I’m here because Dixon thinks River might help us.”She sniffed once, steeled herself, and continued packing the things into the bag, bread, water flask, the small vial of herbs, each item placed with trembling but deliberate care. When everything was secure, she stood and spun to face Zoe, eyes brimming with tears that finally spilled over as she spoke.“River is locked down there,” she said, pointing down the shadowed staircase toward the dungeon entrance. Her voice cracked on the last word, tears falling freely now. “And I am risking my life right now to bring him medicine and food!”Zoe followed the direction of Jada’s finger, gaze dropping to the dark mouth

River’s entire body stiffened. His head snapped toward her, too fast. Pain exploded across his face and neck; he hissed through clenched teeth, eyes squeezing shut for a second as the world tilted.“Zoe?” The name came out as a hoarse exclamation, alarm, disbelief, and something dangerously close to hope all tangled together. “Zoe is here?”At that point Zoe shuffled forward, slow, careful steps on the filthy straw, and went down on one knee in front of him. She reached out and took his good hand in both of hers, her grip warm, steady, grounding.“Shh,” she whispered, voice low and soothing. “It’s me. Easy, River. Breathe.”Her eyes swept across his body once, taking in the gashes, the bruises, the swollen face, the arm cradled awkwardly against his ribs. Something flickered across her expression, shock, anger, a flash of genuine pain, before she schooled it back into calm.River stared at her through the narrow slits of his blackened eyes. His breathing came faster, ragged. “You… you