Todos los capítulos de The Price Of Fate: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 139

Nyra’s POVI pulled my clothes from the small wooden chest, simple things, mostly. The new clothes Ronan had bought for me were folded neatly too, and touching them made something flutter in my stomach. A reminder that there was a life beyond this cabin. Beyond this pack’s contempt.My mother packed her herbs with care, wrapping glass bottles and small vials in cloth so they wouldn’t clink or shatter.I watched her gather crystals too, some clear, some smoky, some darker. She slipped them into a pouch as if they were more valuable than gold.At one point, I lifted the crude crystal necklace she had made me, the leather cord and the crystal hanging against it, and my fingers lingered on it.It was still.Not glowing now.But I could still feel it, like it had weight beyond stone.My mother glanced at it and nodded. “Keep it on.”I nodded back. “I will.”We finished most of the packing faster than I expected. Then my mother stood, brushed her hands off, and looked around the cabin once

Keiran’s POV“Get everyone to safety!” my mother’s voice cut through the courtyard like a blade. “Women and children to the bunkers, now! No one argues, no one delays. Move!”It was the first time in days I heard real fear beneath her command.Not the petty fear she’d been using to poison people against Nyra.Not the convenient fear she wore like a crown to keep the pack obedient.This was different.This was the kind of fear that did not care about pride, politics, or titles.It cared about survival.Pack members moved in a wave, omegas grabbing children by the hand, mothers clutching babies to their chests, elders leaning on canes while younger wolves guided them toward the reinforced underground entrances. The bunker doors were already being unlatched, iron bolts groaning as they slid free.More horns blared in the distance. Not celebration horns. Not warning horns for a minor disturbance.Emergency horns.My stomach tightened as I stepped into the main assembly yard, where the off

Keiran’s POVBeverly’s scream didn’t just slice the air.It poisoned it.For half a heartbeat, it froze the entire line, warriors, elders, even the wind itself, like the forest had inhaled and decided it didn’t want to exhale again.Then my father’s Alpha presence slammed into the silence.“Enough!” Alpha Ethan’s voice rolled through the trees, heavy as thunder. “No one breaks formation! Warriors, shift!”The command hit my bones like a drum.My wolf surged up from the pit of me, claws itching beneath skin, rage and instinct snapping to attention as the first scaled creature stepped closer, head low, eyes wrong.“Keiran!” Charles barked at my side. “Left flank, now!”I didn’t answer with words.I answered with the shift.Bones snapped, sinew tore and rebuilt, and the world expanded into scent and sound and blood-heat. My vision sharpened so violently it almost hurt. The damp earth screamed with the footprints of every creature that had crossed it. Fear was a taste now, thick on the ai

Keiran’s POVI sprinted forward, dodging a winged wolf’s dive, slipping between two battling pairs.Charles shouted after me, “Keiran, where, ”“I see something!” I snapped through the link, forcing my mind to stay sharp as blood and chaos tried to drown it.I reached the shimmering spot.Up close, it was undeniable.The air wasn’t air.It was a veil.A wound stitched into the world.And then it opened.Right in front of my eyes, the shimmer tore like cloth.A dark slit widened between the trees, revealing something behind it that wasn’t forest.It was… wrong-space.A depth that didn’t belong.Wind poured through the tear, cold, biting wind that smelled like burned stone and metal and distant thunder.And from that tear,Winged wolves emerged.Not one.Not two.A stream.They came through the opening like arrows released from a bow, wings beating hard, bodies sleek and predatory, eyes locked not on us,But on the sky beyond us.On the direction of town.My heart slammed.“No,” I growl

Keiran’s POVThe winged wolves still in the clearing rose into the sky, flapping hard, and fled, some toward the tear, some away from it, as if they didn’t even trust the opening anymore.We had won the ground.But the war had already reached town.My father’s wolf turned sharply, snarling orders through the link.WARRIORS, TOWN. NOW. AETHERFANGS ARE IN THE SKY. PROTECT THE BUNKERS. PROTECT THE CHILDREN.The name hit me like a slap.Aetherfangs.So they had a name.Which meant we were supposed to have known they were real.Which meant my father had known more than he ever said.My mother’s wolf struggled to stand, bleeding heavily from the bite near her neck. She limped forward stubbornly anyway, but two warriors moved to support her.Beverly finally crawled out of whatever cowardice had frozen her. She stood, trembling, fur bristling, eyes wild.She looked less like a future Luna and more like prey that had survived by accident.My father’s wolf looked back at the white wolf again.S