Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Price Of Fate: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Nyra’s POVThe closer I got to Ronan’s house, the more the tension thickened. Pack members moved in clusters, whispering, looking toward the direction of the elders’ hall, then toward the woods. It felt like Vandwood’s spine had gone rigid. I reached Ronan’s house and stopped short. There were people outside. Alpha Ethan. Several elders. Elara. They were gathered near the entrance like a storm cloud had settled there. Voices were raised. Tones were sharp. Arguments. My stomach tightened. I didn’t announce myself. I moved closer quietly, staying near the side, and when Elara’s voice rose, I paused.“…If the barrier should fall we don’t know what to expect this time,” Alpha Ethan said, and his voice sounded strained, tired, urgent, trying to hold authority while something bigger pressed at his back.“You were there,” he continued, speaking to Elara. “You knew exactly what happened.”Elara’s laugh was short, bitter.“Your pack members should have thought of that,” she snapped.My heart li

Keiran’s POVElder Maelin turned her head slightly, scanning the gathered warriors.“While you are at it, plan how you will correct the barrier breach,” she added, “because Elaine won’t help fortify that thing.”My mother’s eyes flashed with anger.“She has to,” she snapped. “It’s her duty.”Another elder, older, grey-haired, his scars twisting his expression, laughed in a way that made my skin crawl.“You can’t force her,” he reminded, voice thick with irony. “She has been shunned, remember? She has no obligations to carry out Prima activities.”My mother looked like she wanted to tear his throat out. My father stepped forward sharply, cutting through their bickering.“Enough.” His voice carried Alpha weight, heavy and unquestionable. “This is not a council debate. This is a breach.”He turned toward the officers.“We head to the outskirts. We stop whatever crossed before it reaches town. We do not allow chaos to spread.”A warrior raised a hand.“Alpha, should we,”“We move,” my fath

Keiran’s POVThe winged wolf slammed down too, its wing half-torn, and it scrambled to right itself, Marlow’s wolf was there. He didn’t hesitate. He bit clean into its throat and ripped. Black blood spilled. The winged wolf convulsed and went still. A cheer started through the link, brief, desperate relief, Then a scaled wolf barreled into Marlow and flung him sideways like he weighed nothing. The cheer died.My father snarled, and the line shifted as more enemies poured in. We were outnumbered faster than my mind could count. Every second, another creature stepped through the trees, scaled backs, winged shadows, eyes that didn’t belong on our side of the barrier. The forest filled with chaos. The sound of snapping jaws. The crack of bones. The wet thud of bodies hitting the ground. The scent of blood, Vandwood blood and something darker, colder, unfamiliar.“Keiran!” my father’s voice snapped through the link. “Left flank, keep them from circling!”I pivoted and drove myself into the

Keiran’s POVFor one heartbeat, the entire battlefield forgot how to breathe. Even the creatures from the tear, those scaled nightmares and winged abominations, paused like the forest itself had just recognised an older law. The huge white wolf stepped into the clearing fully, and the air changed. It wasn’t only the size, though my God help me, it was massive. It wasn’t only the fur, white and dense, gleaming even with blood and soot in the air. It was the way it carried power like it was not something it used, but something it was. Purple eyes swept the battlefield once, calm and merciless.And the enemy reacted. Not with bravado. Not with hunger. With avoidance. With instinctive fear. The nearest winged wolf, mid-dive toward a wounded Vandwood warrior, veered sharply at the last second, as if the white wolf’s gaze alone had burned it. It flapped hard, rising in panic, and in that same moment the white wolf moved. I had seen fast wolves. I had seen my father’s wolf in full Alpha fury,

Keiran’s POVWe went back to town carrying our wounded like we were hauling pieces of ourselves. Not just bodies. Not just blood. Pieces. Because something had snapped at the barrier, and even though the tear was sealed again, it felt like the world had learned how fragile we were.My mother, Ingrid lay across a makeshift stretcher, her silver-grey hair stuck to her forehead with sweat and blood. Her eyes were half-open but unfocused, like she was trapped between waking and whatever darkness was trying to pull her under. Her breathing was shallow. Each inhale sounded like it hurt. Two warriors carried her, shoulders trembling from effort and adrenaline.My father, Alpha Ethan, walked ahead, but he wasn’t walking like an Alpha. He was moving like a man whose soul had been torn open and left to bleed in public. His face looked hollow. His eyes kept drifting back towards the trees, towards the place where the tear had been, like if he stared long enough he could reverse time. He didn’t sp