All Chapters of Marked From Birth: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The border of the Moon Shadow Pack’s territory felt like a scar on the earth.Once, these woods had been lush, the trees heavy with silver-green moss and the air thick with the scent of pine and hunting wolves. Now, it was a graveyard. Since Alpha Terren and Luna Selene had been driven out by the Silver Pack’s influence, the land had turned sour. The trees were blackened skeletons, and the ground was a muddy slurry of dead leaves and stagnant water.Audrey pulled her cloak tighter around her shoulders as she and Elara crossed the invisible line of the old boundary. Even without her wolf, she could feel the change in the air—a heavy, oppressive silence that weighed on her lungs."It smells of rot," Elara whispered, her hand never leaving the hilt of her blade. "Not just dead wood. Something older. Something... hollow.""It’s the lack of an Alpha," Audrey explained, her eyes scanning the familiar, jagged horizon. "A pack’s land is tied to the Alpha’s soul. When Terren fell and Samantha

The cold of the Neutral Zone was a different kind of winter. It didn’t just bite at the skin; it gnawed at the spirit.Audrey found Elara three miles past the smoking ruins of the Moon Shadow Manor, huddled in a limestone cave hidden behind a frozen waterfall. When Audrey stepped through the curtain of ice, her silhouette was backlit by the pale moon, casting a shadow that seemed to stretch much longer than it should.Elara was on her feet in an instant, twin blades leveled at Audrey’s throat. "Identify yourself!""It's me," Audrey said. Her voice sounded strange to her own ears—deeper, vibrating with a resonance that felt like the hum of a distant storm.Elara lowered her weapons, but she didn't move closer. She stared at Audrey’s eyes. The warm amber was gone, replaced by a swirling, hypnotic violet-gold that seemed to pull at the light in the cave. "Audrey... your face. Your hands."Audrey looked down. She began to unwrap the linen bandages she had worn since the battle at the Sola

Six Weeks LaterThe Silver Citadel had been reborn. The scorch marks from Vargos’s siege were gone, replaced by reinforced masonry infused with the iridescent dust of the shattered Altar. But the most significant change wasn't in the stone—it was in the throne room.Audrey stood on the balcony overlooking the training grounds. She moved with a liquid grace that made her feel less like a human and more like a force of nature. Her hands, once scarred and burned, were now perfectly smooth, though the "Silver Scars" on her palms glowed faintly whenever she felt a strong emotion.She no longer shifted into a wolf. She didn't have to. She was something the North had never seen: a Void-Walker. She could step into a shadow on one side of the room and emerge from another a heartbeat later."You're thinking about the prophecy again," a deep, resonant voice said behind her.Audrey didn't turn. She didn't need to. Through the reinforced bond, she could feel Lucas’s presence like a warm hearth in

The world did not return to the way it was. It returned to something better.One Year LaterThe North had transformed. Where the Moon Shadow ruins once stood, a great forest now flourished, dominated by the World-Oak—a tree whose leaves were the color of hammered emeralds and whose bark shimmered with silver light. This was no longer a land of divided packs; it was the United Territories, a sanctuary where the line between human, wolf, and shadow had blurred into a new kind of harmony.Audrey stood on the balcony of the new palace, built not inside the mountain, but atop it, open to the sky. She wore a gown of deep violet silk, the color of her eyes, which had settled into a steady, glowing amber-gold.The "Obsidian" power hadn't vanished, but it had quieted. It no longer hungered. It felt like a warm weight in her blood, a reminder that she was the bridge between the light of the sun and the peace of the night."The emissaries from the Southern Packs have arrived," a voice said.Audr

The World-Oak did not just grow; it listened.It had been three months since Audrey and Lucas had discovered the "Resonance" at the tree's summit. Since then, the Silver Citadel had become a place of pilgrimage. Wolves from the scorched southern borders and humans from the distant coastal cities traveled for weeks just to stand in the shadow of the emerald leaves. They claimed the air alone could heal old wounds, and that the water from the Oak’s roots tasted like the first day of spring.But for Audrey, the beauty of the tree was starting to feel like a heavy weight.She sat in the high solar, the room flooded with the golden light of late afternoon. Before her lay a map of the United Territories, marked with tiny silver pins. Beside her, Elara—now the Commander of the United Guard—was pointing to a cluster of pins near the Whispering Marsh."It’s not Blight, Audrey," Elara said, her voice tight with concern. "It’s the opposite. The growth is too fast. The vines are swallowing the vi