All Chapters of Beyond Redemption: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Kora’s POVThe night swallowed me whole as I walked deeper into the forest, barefoot and trembling, but not from cold. The mark on my neck pulsed with heat beneath my skin, like something alive — something hungry.Leaves whispered overhead. The trees leaned closer as if listening. I didn’t know where I was going. I only knew I couldn’t stay in that house another second, not with the look Edward gave me — fear and love tangled together until I couldn’t tell one from the other.I stopped at the edge of the river. Moonlight shimmered on its surface, and for a moment, it was peaceful. Just water. Just wind. Just me.Then the mark burned.I gasped and fell to my knees, clutching at my throat. The pain wasn’t physical this time — it was emotional, ancient, mourning. My reflection in the water flickered, my eyes flashing crimson for a split second before returning to normal.“No,” I whispered. “You don’t get to control me.”The wind hissed, carrying a familiar, taunting voice. You can’t figh

Kora’s POVMorning came slowly — like the world itself was hesitant to open its eyes after what happened the night before. The forest still smelled faintly of burnt magic, and the air was heavy, quiet. Even the birds seemed unsure whether it was safe to sing again.Edward was resting inside the packhouse infirmary, his wounds healing faster than I expected, but not fast enough to ease the knot in my chest. He’d brushed off what happened, saying it was “just a scratch,” but I knew better. The way he’d staggered when we returned, the paleness in his face, the tremor in his voice — it all told another story.I stood by the window, watching the fog roll over the training grounds. My reflection in the glass looked strange — familiar, but foreign. My eyes, once bright and warm, now held a sharpness I didn’t recognize. The Elders said I’d lost my memories, but I wasn’t sure they were entirely gone. Pieces lingered. Flickers of emotion, sounds, scents — fragments that haunted me when I closed

Kora’s POVPeace, I was learning, could be its own kind of battlefield.A week had passed since the summoning, and though the pack had begun to settle back into its rhythm, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something unseen still lingered. The nightmares had stopped, the whispers had faded, and the light that used to flicker uncontrollably beneath my skin was now calm — but I knew better than to mistake stillness for safety.That morning, I was in the garden, kneeling in the soil, when the scent of pine and rain reached me — Edward. He always carried that smell, clean and grounding, like the forest after a storm.“Should I be worried that my Luna prefers dirt to luxury?” he teased as he walked up behind me.I smiled without turning around. “You’d be surprised how calming it is. The earth doesn’t lie.”He crouched beside me, his presence making the air feel smaller, heavier in a comforting way. “You’re not wrong,” he murmured, brushing his hand across the freshly planted herbs. “It’s h

Kora’s POVThe howl still echoed in my head long after the sound faded into the forest. It wasn’t a normal wolf’s cry — it was older, deeper, threaded with a power that didn’t belong to this world. Even Edward, always so composed, looked unsettled.“It’s begun,” he said quietly.I stared into the trees, my pulse quickening. “What’s begun?”He didn’t answer right away. He just reached for my hand, fingers tightening around mine like he was anchoring me — or maybe himself. “The waking,” he said finally. “Whatever the gate stirred… it’s spreading.”The mark on my hand burned again, pulsing in rhythm with my heartbeat. I could almost feel it responding to that distant howl. It wasn’t pain — it was more like a call.Something wanted me to follow.We gathered the council by noon. The tension in the room was thick enough to choke on. Maps were spread across the table, showing reports of strange activity along the borders — tremors in the ground, wolves losing control of their shifts, glowing

Kora’s POVThe night after the battle, silence felt heavier than any noise ever could. The packhouse was quiet, lit only by the faint glow of torches lining the walls. Outside, the rain had finally stopped, but the scent of blood and wet earth still hung thick in the air.I couldn’t sleep. My mind replayed every detail — the flash of lightning across the battlefield, the sound of Edward’s growl as he fought beside me, the way Luther’s eyes had looked before he fell. Anger, confusion, fear… and something else. Recognition.He had known what the gate was. Maybe not its purpose, but its name. And that meant he’d heard the stories before. Someone had told him.And whoever that someone was… they weren’t finished yet.I stood from the edge of the bed, wrapping a shawl around my shoulders. Edward was still asleep — for once, finally resting — but even in his sleep, I could sense his tension. His hand rested near the dagger at his side, his brow furrowed.Quietly, I slipped out of the room.T