Todos los capítulos de Fated By War: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

I found Dante in the medical wing, still helping Vera treat wolves suffering from smoke inhalation. His hands moved with practiced efficiency, wrapping bandages and administering herbs gently."We need to talk," I said from the doorway. "Privately."Vera looked between us, then nodded. "Take fifteen minutes. I can manage here."The guards escorted us to a small storage room off the main medical area. They remained outside, close enough to intervene if needed but far enough to give us the illusion of privacy."Sarah is at our gates," I said without preamble. "She claims you did not poison Marcus. That someone else did, and you took credit for it."Dante's expression remained neutral. "And you believe her?""I do not know what to believe anymore." Frustration bled into my voice. "Did you poison Marcus Brennan or not?""I told everyone I did." He sat on a supply crate, favoring his injured leg. "I confessed in front of the entire pack. Why question it now?""Because Sarah has Marcus's si

Aria’s POVI Could not sleep.Each time I closed my eyes, I saw Dante's face, heard his warnings about Sarah, remembered him throwing that knife to save Kael despite his own injuries. None of it fit with the manipulative villain everyone believed him to be.Unless all of it had been manipulation.Layer upon layer of deception designed to make me defend him. Make me doubt my own judgment. Make me the perfect weapon to divide Nightshade from within.“Still awake?”Mira’s voice came from the doorway. She entered without waiting for permission, carrying two mugs.“Thought you might need company.”“I need answers,” I said, accepting the tea. “But thank you.”“The hunting party leaves at dawn,” Mira said, settling beside me. “Luna, Silas, and ten of our best trackers. Kael is leading them personally.”“To kill my brother.”The words tasted like poison in my mouth.“To protect the pack,” Mira corrected gently. “Aria, I know you love Dante. But he escaped. After everything we did to give him

Kael's POVDante sat in the center of the war room, chained to a chair bolted to the floor. Excessive, perhaps, but I was taking no chances. Aria stood nearby, her presence a constant reminder of the impossible position we were all in."Start with this one," I said, pointing to a name on the list. "Alpha Theron of the Clearwater Pack. Died three years ago. The official cause was a hunting accident.""Check the date," Dante said calmly. "Two weeks after he publicly opposed Council expansion into neutral territories at the regional Gathering."Silas scanned our records. "Confirmed. Theron spoke against the Council. Died shortly after. But correlation is not causation.""Check the method," Dante suggested. "Arrow through the chest during a solo hunt. No witnesses. The body was found two days later.""How do you know the method?" Luna demanded, leaning forward. "That detail was not made public.""Because Sarah's notes are thorough," Dante said. "She documented everything. Dates, methods,

Kael's POVThe next ten days passed with violence lingering in the air. Messages went out to forty different packs, each one carefully worded to reveal just enough truth to spark interest without exposing our full evidence. We copied Sarah's documents a dozen times, hiding them in separate locations to ensure the Council could not destroy all the evidence even if they attacked us.Elder Marcus proved invaluable. His connections to reform-minded packs opened doors that would have remained closed to us. By day eight, we had secured commitments from seventeen packs to attend the Gathering and hear our testimony."Seventeen is not enough," Luna said, reviewing our list. "The Council controls over sixty territories. We are still outnumbered.""Seventeen who are willing to stand publicly," I corrected. "There are others who support us privately but fear Council retaliation. Once we reveal the evidence, those wolves might find courage to join us.""Or they might stay silent and let us die,"

Kael's POVMira knelt in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by evidence of her betrayal. Letters in her handwriting. Payment records. Detailed reports on our defensive positions. Everything was perfectly arranged to prove her guilt."This is wrong," I said, staring at the documents. "Something about this is wrong.""The evidence says it all Keal," Luna said. "We found it in her quarters. Her handwriting. Her signature.""Exactly." I picked up one of the letters. “It was too clear. We search for the spy and immediately find damning evidence in the most obvious place?""Sometimes obvious is just obvious," Silas said, though he looked troubled."Or sometimes it is a distraction." Dante moved closer, his chains rattling. "May I?"I handed him the letter. He studied it carefully, holding it up to the predawn light."This is a forgery," he said after a moment. "Good one, but still fake. See how the ink pools slightly at the end of each stroke? That happens when someone traces over exis