Todos los capítulos de Hellblades: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Manolya’s POV I woke choking. Salt burned down my throat and into my lungs, each breath a violent cough that made my chest spasm. The world tilted around me, waves slapping against my face, dragging me down and spitting me back up again. My skull throbbed like it had been split in two, and for a moment I thought I was drowning in my own fear. Then I felt it. Smooth, rubbery skin pressed against my side. A firm nudge lifted me up, steadying me on the waves. My eyes snapped open. Two dolphins were keeping me afloat. “What—” My voice came out in a hoarse croak, swallowed by seawater. I coughed again, spitting out salt, gripping blindly until my fingers found the curve of one dolphin’s fin. It felt, warm, rubbery and sleek under my trembling hand. I wanted to scream, to thrash, to panic, but their presence—absurd, impossible as it was kept me still. They clicked and whistled, sounds bright and musical even here in the endless blue. Their chatter vibrated through my bones. “You

Pelin’s POV We practically crashed through the ward door all at once, a tangle of limbs, voices, and nerves. Adem shoved forward like he owned the place, Adlee tried to squeeze past him by sticking half his face into the doorframe, and the two of them nearly toppled into the room. “Hey, you pushed me!” Adem barked, elbowing back. “No, you pushed me first!” Adlee shot back, red-faced and stubborn. I could already see fists balling up. Wonderful. They’d start a wrestling match right here in front of Manolya if someone didn’t stop them. Before they could knock each other’s teeth out, two strong hands shot out from behind and seized them both by the scruff of their necks. “That’s enough,” Uncle Eren growled, hauling them apart like they were still six years old. His voice filled the hallway. “Easy now, lads. We don’t need anyone else ending up in the hospital.” “But he—” Adem tried. “Save it.” Eren’s eyes narrowed, jaw set like steel. “You’ll both see your cousin. You don’t need

Pelin’s POV Back home, the beach house smelled of parsley, lemon, and garlic. I followed the voices into the kitchen, bare feet padding on the cool tiles. Bengü stood at the counter, sleeves rolled up, chopping tomatoes with brisk, decisive strokes. Beside her, Ayla rinsed bunches of parsley in the sink, water dripping down her wrists. “You don’t have to do everything by yourself,” Bengü said sweetly, though her tone was firm. “Let me handle the chopping, you just give me the leaves. It’ll be faster.” Ayla gave a faint laugh. “I usually do it alone. But—yes, thank you.” “You need someone to share the workload, it is not easy,” Bengü continued, placing the knife neatly down. “Especially after all that’s happened. I don’t like seeing you so tired.” I lingered in the doorway, arms crossed. The way Bengü touched Ayla’s shoulder lightly, the way she guided her from one task to the next, it looked like kindness, but it felt like direction? Ayla smiled, though. “You’re right. It fee

Mr. Mehmet’s POV The night air was sharp against my cheeks as I followed Eren out the antique shop door. Aziz’s last words still rang in my skull like a curse. “If anything happens to her under your care, healer, I will drag your soul into the Abyss myself.” I had faced countless threats and obstacles in my long service to the Guild, but none carried the weight of his. None that left my knees this weak. Eren’s hand clamped around my arm, firm, urging me forward. “Move quickly, Mr. Mehmet. We don’t have the luxury of time.” “I am moving,” I muttered, though my voice was thin. “But do you understand what it means, taking a blood sample from her? If Aziz suspects foul play—” “I don’t care about suspicion,” Eren cut in. “I care about my niece. You analyze it, you find what’s wrong, and you fix it. That’s all that matters.” I nodded, though my stomach churned. Fix it. He made it sound so simple. By the time we reached the mountainside palace, my throat was dry.

Emre’s POV I heard my brother Eren’s shouting before the sun had even burned off the morning haze. His voice carried through the walls, sharp and furious. “What the hell are you doing, Eren?” I muttered under my breath, dragging myself down the hall. My strength had mostly returned, though my body still felt raw, like a wound not fully healed. As I turned into the living room, I froze. A stranger stood there — an older man with a leather bag at his side, smelling of herbs. His eyes darted nervously between Manolya’s cat and Eren. I narrowed my gaze. “Eren. Who is this?” My brother straightened, his shoulders tight. “This is Mr. Mehmet. The doctor. I brought him in to examine Manolya. She was feeling worse” I studied the man. His bow was polite, but his hands shook. A doctor, was he? “Why did you not inform me?!” I said with a sharp voice Then I didn’t have time to question further, because Eren suddenly barked back, “I need to check the kitchen and ask! To see what is i