Todos los capítulos de The Price Of Fate: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Ronan’s POVOne of the other elders, Elder Maelin, continued for him, her voice careful.“Two of them,” she said, “are believed to be in the Outlands.”Keiran’s breathing changed.Even my mother’s posture shifted slightly, attention sharpening.Ingrid’s lips parted.Ethan’s eyes darkened.“And the third?” Ethan asked, voice tight.Barrow’s cane tapped the floor once.“The third’s whereabouts,” he said, “are unknown.”Silence slammed down.Ingrid broke it first, unable to help herself.“Unknown,” she repeated, voice rising with venom. “How convenient.”My eyes cut to her.She lifted her chin, unfazed.Elder Maelin ignored Ingrid and continued, as if Ingrid’s opinions were a fly buzzing near sacred text.“Phantom wolves,” Maelin said slowly, “are said to be superior even to Prima wolves. Not by politics. By nature.”Keiran scoffed, a bitter sound.“Superior?” he snapped. “To Prima wolves? That makes no sense.”Barrow’s gaze sharpened.“Prima wolves guard the barrier,” he said. “They rei

Keiran’s POVThe meeting ended, but it didn’t end inside me.It followed me out of that council hall like a shadow that refused to detach. Every step I took away from the elders’ voices, away from my father’s forced control, away from Ingrid’s cold eyes and Ronan’s unflinching stance, only made the image burn brighter behind my lids,Nyra on the ground.Nyra bleeding.That golden light bursting from her like the moon itself had finally had enough.And then,That wolf.Not a wolf.Not fully.Something that moved like air and flame and prophecy, something that didn’t care what our rules were, something that didn’t care what we believed.And the worst part?It had come out to protect her.Not to hurt us.Not to conquer.To protect.Which meant… it had always been there.All these years, when I told myself she was “just wolfless.” When I told myself she was “safe.” When I told myself I could keep her hidden until the right time.I had been wrong.And I didn’t even know what “wrong” meant

Keiran’s POVMy fists clenched hard enough my knuckles ached.He leaned in slightly.“And you and I both know that ‘soon’ wouldn’t have come.”My breath hitched.My father’s words came like a confession he didn’t want to speak but needed to.“You would have mated with Beverly,” he said, “so you could be Alpha… and kept Nyra in secret.”My mother sat up sharply.“What, ” she began, offended.My father’s gaze flicked to her like a warning.My mother shut up, lips pressed tight.My stomach twisted.Because hearing it spoken aloud made it uglier than it had sounded in my head.I had told myself I’d find a way.I had told myself I’d fix it later.But the truth was, my plan had always required Nyra to keep suffering quietly until I was ready.And that wasn’t love.That was ownership.My father sighed.“I don’t doubt your love for Nyra,” he said, and his voice softened a fraction. “But your love was selfish.”The word hit me like a punch.Selfish.My jaw clenched hard enough it hurt.My fathe

Nyra’s POVWhen I woke, my mouth was dry.My body felt strange, less pain, but more… awareness. Like my skin was listening. Like my blood was awake and paying attention.Sunlight streamed through a small window.Morning.The cottage felt too quiet.For a second, I forgot everything. Then memory hit like a wave and I sat up too fast.My chest tightened.“Mother?” I called.The side space rustled, and she stepped out, already dressed, her hair pulled back. She looked tired but composed.“You’re awake,” she said.I swallowed. “How long was I asleep?”“Long enough,” she replied, which was not an answer.I glared at her, but she stepped closer and placed a cup in my hands. “Drink this. Water.”I drank because my throat felt like sand.The cottage door opened, and Malcolm stepped in. He looked like he hadn’t slept at all. His eyes flicked to me, assessing.“You can stand?” he asked.I nodded, then realised he wasn’t asking out of politeness, he was asking because time mattered.“Yes,” I sai

Nyra’s POVWe didn’t speak much at first.Not on the path back to the cabin.Not even when the trees thickened and the familiar bend in the trail came into view, the one I’d walked so many times that my feet could have found it blind.It was strange, the way a place could feel like home and prison at the same time.Vandwood had been my whole world. The only world I knew. The place where my mother’s hands had taught me to sort herbs, where I’d learned which mushrooms were safe and which would make your stomach turn, where I’d learned to keep my head down and my voice low and my heart hidden.It was the place where people looked through me as if I was smoke.And now… it was the place that had decided, loudly, violently, that it didn’t want me.The cabin came into view, small, humble, tucked into the outskirts like it had been deliberately pushed away from the pack’s pride and warmth.My chest tightened.My mother walked ahead, her shoulders squared, her steps brisk, as if she had alread