Alle Kapitel von Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession : Kapitel 211 – Kapitel 220

The clearing they chose lay in neither valley and both.It was a low, wide shelf of ground where the ridges dipped toward each other, a place traders had once used as a waystation and raiders as a staging ground. Now, under a pale sky and the thin, clean light of late afternoon, it held a rough circle of wolves and a single young tree in a clay‑wrapped bundle.No carved altar. No stone platform. Just earth, and air, and witnesses.Blackmoon stood to one side of the clearing, Nightfang to the other. Banners had been brought, but they were planted at the edges rather than looming over the center. Neutral guards ringed the outer line, more for order than threat.Rin stood facing Kael in the middle, boots scuffing the soil. Between them, on the ground, the sapling waited: no taller than her shoulder, leaves a sharp, hopeful green. Its roots had been wrapped in damp burlap for the journey, dark soil clinging.The air smelled of turned earth and pine and the faint resin of cut poles. Someon

The surplus came from strange places.Reclaimed cult stockpiles. Trade agreements inked in the wake of the joint code. Compensation from neutral valleys is grateful that the altars hadn’t spread further. It all added up to something Blackmoon hadn’t seen in a long time: more resources than they strictly needed to keep from falling over.They gathered in the main council hall to decide what to do with it.No ceremony. Just a long table, maps spread, tally marks chalked along one board, and a hum of expectation that felt very old: extra steel meant extra patrols, extra drills, extra blades.Rowan had laid out the options in blunt strokes.“We can double the patrols on the south and east,” he said, tapping the map. “Upgrade half the armor that should’ve been replaced a decade ago. Commission new weapons, retire the worst of the old. Make sure no one can say we went soft after the cult.”There were nods around the table. This was familiar ground. Safe ground, in a way.“And,” Rin said, “w

The dining hall at Blackmoon had never been built for this kind of quiet.It was wide and low‑ceilinged, the rafters blackened by generations of hearth smoke, the long wooden tables scarred by knives and elbows. Usually, it roared: hounds underfoot, arguments over patrol routes shouted across the room, the clatter of bowls and spoons.Tonight, it was full, but the noise was hesitant. Patchy. Like a river trying to flow around too many new rocks.Rin sat near the center of the main table, a bowl of venison stew cooling in front of her. To her left sat Kael; to her right, Rowan. Across from them sat Darek, who had ridden in with the latest rotation of Nightfang guards, and next to him, Veyra.The visual divide was stark. Blackmoon wolves favored earth tones—browns, greens, undyed wool—and sat with their weapons checked at the door or slung carelessly over bench backs. Nightfang wolves wore their darker leathers tight, and more than a few still had daggers strapped to their thighs.Rin s

The courtyard was softer at dusk.The hard lines of stone blurred as shadows lengthened; the training marks on the packed earth smoothed under the wash of low light. The pups claimed it as their own in that hour, as if the day’s drills and arguments had never happened.Rin leaned on the low wall that ringed the central square, elbows on the cool stone, watching a pack of them play some complicated chasing game that involved three pebbles, a knot of string, and rules that changed every time someone lost.A tiny boy tumbled and skinned his knee. He scrunched his face and looked as if he might cry. Then, seeing two older pups watching, he kicked the dirt, muttered something fierce under his breath, and scrambled up again, limping but determined.“You can tell which ones have grandmothers who brag too loudly,” Kael said quietly beside her.She hadn’t heard him approach, but she didn’t start. His presence settled into the space between her shoulders as naturally as breath.“You mean the on

News of the south‑path arrest reached the hall before Rin did.By the time she stepped into the council chamber, voices were already raised—not in the focused, flinty way of strategy, but in the high, sharp register of fear.“…told you they weren’t gone—”“—symbols again, right under our noses—”“—we should have doubled patrols instead of building story‑classes—”The air smelled of damp wool and too many bodies. Maps lay rolled out and ignored on the table. A chalkboard in the corner, still marked with yesterday’s allocation tallies, had a fresh, jagged line under “education” as if someone had jabbed at it.Aria sat at her usual place, expression controlled but tight. Lucian leaned against the far wall, arms folded, eyes narrowed. Veyra was halfway through a sentence when she broke off at Rin’s entrance, the room’s attention swiveling.Rin took her seat without rushing, letting the quiet settle enough that she didn’t have to shout.“Rowan’s report is on the table,” she said. “Three of