All Chapters of Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The music in the courtyard never quite got off the ground.Someone had brought out a lute, another a drum; a few pups tried to start a clapping game before their mothers dragged them away from the Nightfang wolves with a mixture of curiosity and caution. Snatches of song drifted up once, twice, then died under the weight of watchful eyes.Rin leaned against a pillar near the edge of the courtyard, bare feet cool on the stone. She’d made it down in time to see a handful of Blackmoon and Nightfang wolves trading stories in carefully polite tones—weather, hunting routes, neutral ground.No one mentioned altars.She was halfway through a cup of watered wine when the runner arrived.He burst in through the outer gate with more speed than dignity, nearly colliding with a stable hand and earning a curse for his trouble. His clothes were travel‑creased and dusty; the bandage wrapped around one forearm had seeped red through in a few places.The noise in the courtyard narrowed to focus.Aria w

The council session might have officially ended, but no one had really left.They’d just regrouped into smaller rings of argument.Aria and Lucian stood at one end of the table with Rowan and Mara, low voices threading through talk of routes and timing. Voran held his own knot of Nightfang elders near the opposite corner, their words harder, sharper, like flint scraping steel. Blackmoon elders moved between the two clusters in wary arcs, as if proximity alone could keep the tension from sparking.Rin lingered by the far wall, out of the direct lines of fire but close enough to hear.Kael stood opposite her, also slightly apart from his own side, back to a pillar. The distance between them wasn’t large. It just felt that way, crammed full of history and expectation and the echo of dust under their boots.“We all agree there needs to be a focused team,” Rowan was saying. “Patrols will catch movement, maybe a few more burned beams. But they won’t see the pattern. They won’t hear what peo

The world always looked different from outside the gate.From inside, the road was a promise and a threat in one narrow strip of packed dirt. From outside, it stretched away into the trees like a vein pulsing out into the wider valley.Rin turned in her saddle just long enough to glance back.Blackmoon manor rose behind them, stone and banners, and the faint shimmer of wards clinging to its edges. Wolves lined the wall and courtyard—tiny from this distance, but still a weight in her chest. Somewhere up there, Aria and Lucian watched. She didn’t need to see them to know it.Then she faced forward.Rhea rode at the front of the column, reins held loose but sure, eyes scanning the treeline. Jax mirrored her on the other side of the road, Nightfang grey against Blackmoon’s darker leathers. Behind them, the mixed escort fell into a staggered V: Blackmoon wolves—Talia and another scout named Deren—on one side, Nightfang’s chosen tracker and a younger warthe other.Rin and Kael rode in the m

They reached the outpost by late morning on the second day.The first thing Rin saw was smoke.Not the thin, clean ribbon of a cookfire, but the thicker, dirtier smear of burned wood and old embers still remembering flame. It hung low over the clustered buildings like a bad thought.Rhea slowed them as they approached the edge of the settlement. “Eyes open,” she said. “We don’t know if whoever did this is gone or just hiding.”The outpost was small—a scatter of timber houses, a couple of storage sheds, a central well. Normally, it would have smelled like livestock and stew, and too many people are not enough space. Today, it smelled like ash and damp charcoal and the sharp, medicinal tang of salves.One of the storage buildings had been reduced to a blackened skeleton, and its roof collapsed inward. Another stood half‑charred, a corner eaten away where the fire had taken hold and then been beaten back. Sand and mud had been thrown over the worst patches; footprints and drag marks cris

By the time they finished with the fence line and the last lingering questions from the outpost captain, the sun had slipped behind a bank of low clouds. The light went flat and grey, taking the sharp edges off the burned wood and leaving everything looking tired.They didn’t linger.Rhea called the column together with a sharp whistle. There were hugs, brief clasped hands, and a few murmured thanks. Corin hovered at the edge of the crowd, eyes on Rin, but didn’t step forward again. Len kept his distance entirely, muttering to another villager in a tight knot by the half‑ruined shed.Rin swung into her saddle with a grunt. Her muscles complained; her wolf did not. Forward was better than staying still in the middle of other people’s ghosts.As they rode away, she felt the outpost’s gaze follow them until the trees closed in.For the next stretch of road, no one tried to make conversation. The weight of char and argument clung to them like ash.It wasn’t until they’d put a couple of mi