Todos os capítulos de The Lycans Twins Hidden Mate: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Kaden stared at the thing in the crater. It had no face. No features. Just a human-shaped void that hurt to look at directly.“That’s the Source?” he asked.“That’s its avatar,” the successor said. His voice was shaking. “The first Revenant never mentioned this. Never said it could manifest.”“So what do we do?”“The ritual. Exactly as planned. Kael walks in. Says the words. Gives himself to it.” The successor pulled against his chains. “But we need to be fast. Before it fully forms.”Kael was already moving. Walking toward the crater’s edge. His steps were steady despite his fear.“Kael, wait!” Kaden grabbed his arm. “We don’t know what that thing will do.”“It’ll take me. Turn me into a seal. That’s what we came for.” Kael pulled free. “Let me go, brother. This is my choice.”“You don’t have to do this.”“Yes I do. You know I do.” Kael smiled. It was sad and tired and completely genuine. “Take care of Alina. Raise Lena well. Live a good life. That’s all I ask.”“Kael…”“I love you.

Lena was five years old when the nightmares started.Alina woke to her daughter’s screams echoing through the hall. She was moving before consciousness fully returned, Kaden right beside her through the bond.They found Lena sitting up in bed, golden light pulsing from her small hands. Her eyes were open but unfocused, seeing something that wasn’t there.“Lena, wake up,” Alina said, kneeling beside the bed. “Baby, it’s just a dream.”Lena’s eyes focused. The light faded. She threw herself into Alina’s arms, sobbing.“I saw it again,” she gasped. “The thing underground. The hungry thing.”“The Source?”“It’s not asleep anymore. It’s watching. Waiting.” Lena’s whole body shook. “And it’s angry.”Kaden and Alina exchanged looks over their daughter’s head.This was the third nightmare this week. Each one more intense than the last. And each time, Lena described the same thing. The Source stirring. Growing restless.“I’ll send word to the First,” Kaden said. “She needs to know.”The First

The children moved as one. Not running. Gliding. Their feet barely touching the ground. Silver eyes fixed on Alina and her group.“Don’t hurt them!” Alina shouted. “They’re not in control!”The first child reached them. A girl maybe eight years old. She raised her hand and fire erupted from her palm. Not the golden light children usually showed. This was wrong. Grey-white like the Source itself.Kaden blocked with his sword. The fire wrapped around the blade, melting steel. He dropped it and rolled away.“They’re too strong,” he said. “Whatever Damon did to them, it amplified their power.”“Then we contain them. Separate them from Damon.” Alina looked for her brother. He stood at the valley’s center, hands raised, chanting in that old language.The ground kept cracking. More grey spreading.“The First!” Kaden called. “Can you break his control?”“I can try!” The ancient wolf closed her eyes and started her own chanting. Different words. Older. The air between her and Damon began to sh

Mira was brutal.She didn’t care that Lena was the Alpha’s daughter. Didn’t care that Lena had no power. She just pushed until Lena wanted to quit. Then pushed harder.“Again,” Mira barked.Lena swung the practice sword. Mira blocked it easily and swept Lena’s legs. Lena hit the ground hard for the twentieth time that hour.“You’re telegraphing. I can see your strikes coming from a mile away.”“I’m trying!”“Try harder. Someone from the Collective won’t give you a second chance.” Mira pulled her up. “Again.”They drilled for six hours every day. Sword work. Hand to hand combat. Tactics. How to fight multiple opponents. How to fight someone with power when you had none.“You use their power against them,” Mira explained. “They expect you to back down. To be afraid. Instead you get close. Inside their range. Where magic can’t help them.”“And if they’re faster than me?”“You be smarter. Use the environment. Use surprise. Use everything except power because you don’t have that.”At night

Lena’s scars healed wrong.The cuts where she’d removed the marks left raised tissue. Thick. Angry red. They covered her shoulders and arms like a map of pain.She hated looking at them.“They’ll fade,” Mother Elara said, applying salve for the hundredth time. “Give it a year. Maybe two.”“Will they disappear?”“No. But they’ll be less noticeable.”Less noticeable wasn’t the same as gone. Lena started wearing long sleeves even in summer. Avoided the training yard where people could see. Stayed in her room more than she should.Alina noticed. Of course she noticed.“Talk to me,” she said one afternoon, sitting on Lena’s bed uninvited.“There’s nothing to talk about.”“You’re hiding. That’s not like you.”“Maybe I changed.” Lena pulled her sleeves down. “Maybe getting marked and escaping and cutting myself open changed me.”“Of course it did. Trauma does that.” Alina’s voice was gentle. “But hiding doesn’t help. It just makes the fear grow.”“I’m not afraid.”“Then what are you?”Lena w