Alle Kapitel von Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession : Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 150

They found the trail by accident.Not the prints—they had those already. A dozen sets of boots, two or three barefoot, old, and new overlaid in a muddle. Not the broken branches or the drag‑marks from something heavy being hauled off the road into the trees.Those were obvious.It was the song.Weak, off‑key, carried on the damp air when the path dipped into a shallow hollow. Words half‑mumbled, half‑chanted.Rin lifted a hand, signaling a halt.The escort stilled behind her, a ripple of quiet like fur flattening.“Do you hear that?” she murmured.Kael’s ears were already cocked, his head tilted as he sifted the sounds of the forest.“Voices,” he said. “Below.”The road curved around the side of a low hill, overgrown with bramble and young saplings. The sound rose from the far side, muted as if buried.Talia frowned. “I don’t see a path down.”Rhea sniffed the air, nose wrinkling. “Smoke. Old blood. Rot. There’s something under this hill.”Rin dismounted and crept to the edge of the r

They didn’t drag the cultists all the way back to the last outpost.After a sharp, quiet argument that ended with Rhea stabbing a finger into a map and Jax muttering something about logistics under his breath, they compromised: an abandoned forester’s hut half a day off the main road, solid enough to hold prisoners, close enough that Blackmoon and Nightfang could send proper interrogators without leaving the line too thin.By the time they’d marched their captives there, secured them, and set wards thick enough to make Rowan proud, everyone was worn down to raw edges.They made camp in the clearing outside, ringed by brush and young trees. The forest pressed close, but the air felt cleaner than it had in days—no old smoke in it, no stone dust, just dirt and sap and the faint tang of coming rain.Rin cracked her shoulder against a practice post until the ache in her arms blotted out the echo of chanting in her head.The hut sat a safe distance behind her. She deliberately kept her back

Rhea did, in fact, hate the idea.“Silverpine wants in,” she said that evening, stabbing the point of a stick into the dirt map they’d scratched between them. “Nightfang is already in. Blackmoon is apparently knee‑deep whether we like it or not. If we keep collecting packs, we’re going to need a bigger valley.”Rin sat cross‑legged on the ground, shoulder brushing Kael’s where he knelt beside her. Jax lounged opposite, Talia perched on a log with a charcoal nub, dutifully annotating where the latest rumors of Corven placed him.“Silverpine shares a border with the old mines,” Kael said. “If Corven is operating there, we can’t ignore them.”“I’m not ignoring them,” Rhea said. “I’m ignoring their envoy’s mating strategies.”Talia choked, smearing charcoal across half of Silverpine’s territory.“Careful,” Rin said mildly. “You’re going to set off a diplomatic incident.”“Good,” Rhea said. “Maybe they’ll stop sending wolves who think flirting is a viable form of intelligence gathering.”“

They didn’t get far before the valley reached for them again.Breakfast was quick and utilitarian: porridge, hard bread, and strips of dried meat softened in broth. Rhea laid out the plan between bites—two days’ ride north toward the mining valleys, sending Lira’s people back west with a bundle of carefully edited intelligence and a blunt warning not to get in their way.Kael checked tack and straps with quiet efficiency. Jax and Deren argued amiably about which of them snored louder. Talia asked too‑bright questions about what mines were like.Rin pretended not to notice the way a few of the younger guards snuck glanced at the marks on her throat until she shot them a look that sent their eyes skittering away.They were just about to mount up when the air in front of Rin shivered.It was subtle at first—a faint tightening, like the sensation before wards chimed. Then, a small patch of space, no bigger than her hand, began to ripple, light warping as if she were looking at the world t

They made camp early, for once.The pass spat them out into a shallow bowl of land where the rock gave way to scrub and a thin fringe of trees. A stream cut silver through the center, shallow enough for horses to drink without fuss. The sky was still streaked with the last of the light when Rhea called the halt.“No sense riding ourselves blind,” she said, swinging down. “We push hard tomorrow. Tonight, we eat something that isn’t moving under us.”No one argued.By the time full dark settled, the camp had taken shape with the ease of long practice. Horses picketed and rubbed down. Tents staked. A fire coaxed into life at the bowl’s center, sparks ghosting up into a sky thick with stars.The earlier clash on the road had bled out into a brittle kind of camaraderie. Deren had shared dried fruit with Corin without being asked. Corin, for his part, had taken the first watch without grumbling. Jax had told a story about getting treed by an irate goat. Even Talia had laughed at that one, h