Lahat ng Kabanata ng Returning in Reverse After Betrayal: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The emergency council chamber felt like a pot about to boil over. Fifteen Alphas and head representatives crowded the war table, the air thick with smoke, sweat, and thinly-veiled panic. The news of Derek’s sudden corruption had spread like wildfire, mutating into a dozen more terrifying rumors with each retelling.Alpha Thomas of the sturdy Silverfang Pack slammed a heavy fist on the table, silencing the low buzz of anxious conversation. “Luna Sophia,” he began, his voice strained with the effort to remain respectful. “My scouts confirm seven cases of this… spontaneous blight in your territory now. How do we contain a sickness that appears from within? How long before it leaps the borders to our lands?”“The affected are isolated,” I stated, keeping my voice level. “Our healers and rune-smiths are working on a detection protocol. We contain by vigilance and—”“Vigilance?” Alpha Mira interrupted, her usual calm demeanor fractured by fear. Even she, my sometimes-ally, looked at me with

The extraction was a masterpiece of controlled chaos.Three hundred and twelve rescued souls, twenty wounded warriors, and five we had to leave behind, their pyres lit with swift, sorrowful efficiency as the mountain complex shuddered and began to collapse behind us.We had turned Seraphine’s larder into her tomb.Marcus stood beside me, watching the last of the dust settle, his face smeared with soot and awe. “Gods above. We actually won.”“We survived,” I corrected him softly, my whole body trembling with a deep, cellular exhaustion.A tremor I couldn’t stop. My skin felt paper-thin, stretched over a core of banked coals.The inside of my nose was raw, and a fresh trickle of blood painted my lip.The Tear’s power wasn’t settling; it was simmering, restless, hungry.Then Aldric appeared, materializing from the shadows with his usual theatrical flair, though he was pale and bleeding from a gash on his temple. “Did you see it? The eastern tower? Pure diversionary genius!”“You almost g

I approached the main entrance with my hands raised, palms empty and open.No weapons.No visible threat. Just a woman walking out of the morning mist.The guards atop the crude battlements spotted me immediately.I felt the confusion ripple through them—a tangible wave of disbelief.One wolf. Alone. Approaching the most heavily fortified dark magic site on the continent.The calculation was simple: suicide or surrender.“HALT!” The shout echoed.Twenty guards materialized from camouflaging spells, crossbows leveled.“Identify yourself!”“Sophia Silvermane,” I called back, my voice carrying. “Luna of Black River. I am here to speak with the High Priestess Seraphine.”A stunned silence, followed by hurried whispers.One guard pressed a communication crystal to his ear.After a moment, he nodded, his expression shifting to something between awe and predatory glee.“The High Priestess says to bring you to her. Immediately.”They swarmed me. Detection spells washed over my body, seeking h

Seraphine’s magic descended.And someone stepped between us.Aldric.The dark energy meant for me struck him instead. It punched through his chest.“BROTHER!”Kael’s scream tore across the field. Aldric collapsed—but his hand shot out, locking around Seraphine’s wrist.“You forgot… one thing,” he rasped, blood bubbling at his lips.“What?”“Royal blood… breaks dark magic.”His power poured out of him—pure, searing light. It flooded into Seraphine.It burned.She screamed.“Die,” Aldric whispered. “Die and free them all.”Then he detonated his life force.Royal blood and dark magic erupted as one. A sphere of gold and violet light swelled fifty feet wide before collapsing inward.When it cleared, both were gone.Silence.Then Kael’s anguished howl. “ALDRIC!”The battle ended not long after.Without Seraphine, the cult warriors broke. They surrendered or fled. We swept through the Vale, freeing the last of the prisoners.The counts rolled in, cold and final:Three thousand captive wolve

All twelve Alphas, plus their seconds, plus key advisors. The air was thick with tension.“Let me get this straight,” Alpha Thorne said. “You're telling us there's a traitor. Somewhere. Among thousands of wolves. And we have three days to find them?”“That's what the message said,” I confirmed.“Or it's bullshit designed to make us paranoid,” Raina countered. “Classic divide-and-conquer.”“Probably,” I agreed. “But we can't risk assuming it's false.”I looked at the map. “We segment the camp. Each pack checks its people. Deep background on anyone near leadership or sensitive areas.”“That'll slow everything to a crawl,” Corwin pointed out. “We're already swamped processing the freed prisoners, moving supplies, and organizing transport home.”“I know. But if there's a traitor and we ignore it, we lose. Would you rather be slow and safe, or fast and dead?”“Slow,” Corwin grunted.“There's another issue,” Thea spoke from the corner. She looked exhausted. “I examined Derek's body. The com