Lahat ng Kabanata ng Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

*Aria*The next war council smelled of wet wool, ink, and nerves.Lucian had rolled out the big border map again, pinning the corners with stones. The witch’s cabin X sat like a wound near the northern edge. Red pins marked recent omens and disturbances; little wolf carved tokens showed our usual patrol routes.We were a small group this time.Lucian at the head of the table.Darius at his right shoulder.Rhea against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp.Elder Rowan is a weary but alert.Holt, scowling as always.And me, on the other side of the table, hands braced on the wood, trying not to stare too long at that little X.Lucian tapped the map with one blunt finger.“She’s here,” he said. “Or close enough that her stink leaks into our forest. We take the fight to her. We need a path that doesn’t walk us straight into her teeth.”“Paths we can scout,” Darius said. “Twists we can see coming.”“She warps the land,” Rowan added quietly. “We saw that at the tree. Sound deadens. Scent dies

*Aria*We left at dawn.Not the soft kind, with pink light and birdsong.The hard kind.Gray sky.Cold air that bit the inside of your nose.The pack gathered in the yard to see us off, their breath puffing in little clouds, their faces pale and set.Children clung to their mothers’ skirts.Warriors stood in tight lines, trying to look like they weren’t watching us like we were walking toward a cliff.In a way, we were.Our group was small by design.Lucian at the front, dark coat flaring, sword at his hip, curse coiled tight under his skin.Kade a little to the side, wrapped in a dark coat of his own, posture deceptively relaxed, three Nightfang wolves flanking him—Fen, the scarred female from the earlier council, and two others whose eyes held a similar feral glint.Rhea, Darius, Tomas, and one more Blackmoon warrior—a quiet older male named Garrick whose nose for trouble was almost as good as his nose for meat.Rowan, with a satchel full of hastily gathered texts and his grandmothe

*Aria*Crossing the threshold felt like stepping off the edge of the world.The cabin’s doorway yawned before us, crooked and dark, candlelight spilling out in a sickly glow that didn’t quite reach the clearing.Lucian’s hand brushed my back again—reflex, instinct.Kade stood on my other side, posture loose, eyes feral.Behind us, I felt rather than saw our small group tighten. Rhea’s grip on her spear. Fen’s weight shifting. Rowan’s fingers closed around his charm.“Last chance to turn around,” some foolish, still‑human part of me whispered.I stepped forward anyway.My boot crossed the invisible line where outside became inside.The air changed at once.The cold bit less sharply.Heat moved over my skin—not from a hearth, but from thick, layered magic humming in the walls.Lucian and Kade came with me, flanking tight.The others followed, slower.The door creaked the rest of the way open as if pushed by an unseen hand, then swung shut behind us with a finality that made my heart lea

*Aria*Silence pressed against my ears after she said it.*One life. Freely given.*Mine. Lucian’s. Kade’s. Or a “matched set,” as if we were rare coins, she could stack on her altar.I couldn’t breathe for a second.Couldn’t think.Somewhere behind me, Rhea cursed softly.Fen’s hand creaked on her spear shaft.Lucian’s chest rose and fell too fast, the mark still faintly glowing through the charred tear in his shirt.Kade’s face was carved stone.Elyra watched my shock like it was a show.“See?” she said, almost gently. “Honesty. I do so prefer it.”“You’ve never been honest in your life,” Lucian spat.She arched a brow.“I told your father he’d owe me in blood,” she said. “I told Nightfang’s Alpha his thirst for fear would cost him something he loved. I told your father,”—she turned her gaze to me—“that his weakest coin was also his most valuable. I haven’t lied to any of you. You simply didn’t want to hear it.”I dragged in a breath that scraped my lungs.We couldn’t leave wi

*Aria* The forest swallowed us again. Trees. Frost. The ordinary crunch of boots on half‑frozen leaves. After the cabin, it felt like being dropped back into a half‑finished painting. Too flat. Too quiet. Too normal… on the surface. Underneath, nothing was normal. Every step away from Elyra’s lair, away from the blood‑stained table and her too‑bright eyes, made the silence between us feel thicker. Rhea walked behind me, uncharacteristically quiet. Fen kept to Kade’s left, brows furrowed, clearly chewing on the mention of Nightfang’s dead mate. Rowan muttered wards under his breath, fingers trembling slightly as he worried his charm. Kade moved at my right, a shadow at my periphery. Lucian, at my left, shoulders hunched, gaze fixed ahead. No one mentioned what we’d just seen. What we’d re‑lived. My death. His mind screamed inside his own skull. The way my soul had snagged on our bond and her threads yanked back into the world like a badly tied knot.