Semua Bab Broken: Claiming her place: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Fernando’s POVThe walls of the pack house felt too close.I paced his chambers, boots thudding against stone, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was the paused frame from the video, the man’s face half-turned, familiar in the most horrifying way. One of them. One of the people who had stood there while my parents burned and bled.Alive.The thought clawed at my chest.A knock came sharp and impatient. Raymond didn’t wait for permission before stepping in. “You’re spiraling,” he said flatly. “The Council is watching. The Golden Badge is within reach, Fernando. This is not the time to lose your head.”“Get out.” I replied,Raymond scoffed. “You think this badge will wait while you chase ghosts in the woods?”“They’re not ghosts,” I snapped. His voice cracked the air, low and dangerous. “He’s real. I saw him.”Raymond crossed his arms. “And what if he’s exactly where he should be, close to the princess you’re so desperate to protect?”My eyes

Fernando’s POVI didn’t sleep.Not because my body wouldn’t allow it, but because my mind refused to rest until my name was clean. Until the stain they tried to carve into my skin was burned off in front of witnesses.At dawn, I immediately summoned the Head Council of Elders.An emergency hearing.They didn’t like it. I could see it in their faces as I walked into the stone chamber, the same chamber where they had looked at me like I was already guilty, same chamber where my father once stood tall, respected, undefeated.I held Raymond’s phone in my hand like a weapon.“You demanded proof,” I said evenly, “you disregarded my years of having an untainted name for a mere fabrication” my voice echoing off the carved walls. “I’ve brought it. Your evidence”Murmurs rippled through the room. One of the elders leaned forward, his eyes sharp. “You were warned, Fernando. If this happens to be another disruption…”“It isn’t,” I cut in. “It’s the plain truth clear as day.”I placed the device

Ariana’s POVThe forest breathes differently now.Or maybe it’s just me.I stand alone in the deep woods, bare feet sinking into damp earth, and I realize the silence isn’t silence at all. It’s layered. Alive. I can hear heartbeats; soft, frantic, steady and echoing from impossibly far away. A deer a mile north. An owl perched somewhere above me. Even the slow, stubborn pulse of the ground beneath my feet. Everything seemed to move at an awkwardly slower pace than me.I close my eyes.Then I run.The world blurs. Trees become streaks of shadow and moonlight, the wind slicing against my skin as if trying to keep up. I laugh in amusement. I felt free because I’m faster than anything I’ve ever known. Faster than fear. Faster than the memories chasing me. I could outrun a car. I know it. The thought settles in my bones with terrifying certainty.I stop just as suddenly, barely disturbing the leaves.I’m no longer just a wolf.I’m a hunter. No longer prey, I'm a predator.My senses are sha

Ariana’s POVI started my journey down the tunnels and the tunnels breathes.That’s the first thing I notice as I move deeper into the city’s abandoned underbelly. The way the air exhales against my skin, cold and damp, carrying rust, oil, and old secrets. The putrid smell of sewage seeps into my nostrils, every step echoes louder than the last even when I move with caution. Water drips from cracked concrete, counting time in slow, accusing drops.I welcome the cold. It matches me.The tunnels twist like veins beneath the city, forgotten arteries once used for transport, smuggling, escape. Now they belong to rats, ghosts, and people like me, people who ran, people who don’t want to be seen.I pull my hood tighter and keep moving toward the industrial district. The warehouse is above ground, ugly and massive, squatting near the docks like a beast pretending to sleep. Something is wrong there. I can feel it. My wolf keeps pacing inside me, restless, nails scraping at my ribs but I ignor

Ariana’s POVI ran to her the moment I saw her.The world narrowed into that single, horrifying image; her on her knees with her head bowed like she had already accepted death. My heart slammed against my ribs as I dropped beside her, hands shaking as I cupped her face.“No,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “No, no, no… look at me.”Her eyes lifted slowly. They were glassy with pain, red-rimmed and terrified. Tears streaked down her cheeks the moment she recognized me.“My lady,” she sobbed, the words scraping out of her throat. “I—I don’t want to die, I'm not ready.”Something inside me shattered.“You won’t,” I said immediately, too fast, too desperate. “I promise you, I won’t let anything happen to you. I swear on my father’s name.” My hands went straight to the ropes, claws threatening to burst through my fingers as I worked at them. “Just hold on. I’m here now.”Her body trembled violently. I could feel how cold she was, how weak. This wasn’t just fear, it was rather evident that