บททั้งหมดของ The Price Of Fate: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Keiran’s POVWhen we reached the medical hall, the healers rushed out immediately. They lifted Ingrid from the stretcher with quick, efficient movements and carried her inside.Her head lolled back, lips parted in a faint gasp.For a second, I thought she might not make it.Then the doors shut, and the sounds inside became muffled, orders, hurried footsteps, the clink of tools.Beverly was nearby.I saw her before I wanted to.She stood near the edge of the medical hall steps, still in her torn clothes from the fight, her eyes wide and unfocused, like she was trapped in a nightmare she couldn’t wake from.She looked small.Not powerful. Not brave. Not Luna-worthy.Just… terrified.A few pack members, women mostly, and some younger warriors, rushed towards her, as if instinct told them to cling to the nearest symbol of leadership now that Ingrid had been carried away.“Beverly!” one of them cried. “Luna, help us!”Another grabbed her arm gently. “We need direction. The children, so

Ronan’s POVMy mother said we would have to help.She said it with fear in her eyes and urgency in her voice, like she could already see the ripple effect, Vandwood falling, then neighbouring packs burning, then Brooksbridge hearing the screams next.But I told her no.And I didn’t say it gently.“No,” I repeated, voice hard enough to shut the room down. “Vandwood made their choice.”My mother’s mouth opened like she wanted to argue.Then she saw my face.She saw the part of me that had been pushed too far. The part that had watched my mate bleed on the ground while their Luna encouraged her death. The part that had stood in the assembly while they called me outsider and Nyra abomination and booed my father’s name.She closed her mouth.Not because she agreed.Because she understood I wasn’t in a mood for mercy.“We leave,” I said again. “Now.”Nyra stood near the wall, arms folded tightly around herself like she was holding her own body together. Her eyes were wide, still adjusting t

Nyra’s POVThe moment the thing shifted into a man, my mind stopped working properly.I had seen wolves shift. I had seen men become beasts and beasts become men like it was as normal as breathing. Even before Ronan came into my life, I’d grown up watching pack members shift for patrols, for training, for rituals, for intimidation. It had been part of my world. Part of what I understood.But this… this wasn’t that.This wasn’t a wolf of Vandwood. This wasn’t even a wolf of the world I knew.This was something else. Something that looked like it had crawled out of a story people whispered around fires at night, the kind of story they ended with don’t ever go near the barrier.A bulky man. Skin plated with grey, armoured scales like he’d been forged, not born. Red eyes that didn’t flicker with wolf emotion, they burned like coals. Teeth too sharp even in human form.He banged the bonnet once and the car dented like tin. He hit it again and the whole front tipped, like the ground had til

Ronan’s POVThe scaled bastard didn’t fight like a wolf.It fought like something that had learned violence before it learned breath.Every time I drove for its throat, my teeth met armour. Every time I tried to rake its belly, it twisted away with unnatural speed, forcing me to circle, forcing me to search for the soft seam like I was solving a puzzle with blood.My black wolf body slammed into it again, shoulder into rib, trying to knock it off balance, trying to create an opening. It skidded back half a step, claws digging into dirt, then it lunged right back in and snapped at my foreleg.I jerked away and felt teeth graze fur.Close.Too close.My wolf snarled, furious, and I drove my claws low anyway, gambling that it would be too slow to cover its belly,It wasn’t.It pivoted and slammed its shoulder into my side so hard my ribs screamed.Pain flashed white-hot. I grunted, dug my paws in, held my ground, and snapped at its neck again with raw force,Scale.Always scale.The wing

Ronan’s POVI didn’t let go of her.Not when she shifted back into human form and stood there like she’d been carved out of gold and fury. Not when the last winged creature’s body hit the ground and the street fell into that stunned silence that follows carnage. Not when I wrapped my jacket around her shoulders and pulled her into me like I could hide her from the world.Because the world had seen.Too many eyes had been on her when she lifted into the air with golden wings. Too many mouths had gone quiet when she tore those things apart like they were nothing. Too many people had watched her scales shimmer and vanish and shimmer again.They had seen.And the pack’s fear was a creature too. It only needed a reason to bite.Nyra’s chest rose and fell fast. Her eyes were bright, almost feverish, but she wasn’t collapsing. She wasn’t going limp like she had before. That alone should have made me feel relieved.Instead, it made me more afraid.Because this time, whatever had awakened insid