Alle Kapitel von The Darkest Wolves: Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

Alpha Jason stood by the window of his office, looking out at the training grounds. The sun had started to rise, painting the sky with soft orange light. But his mind was focused only on one thing-Emily.He turned around when he heard the soft knock on the door."Come in," Jason said.The door opened, and Emily walked in, wearing a soft cream sweater. Her hair was tied in a loose braid, and her eyes looked tired but gentle."Did I come too early?" she asked.Jason shook his head. "No. I was waiting for you."Emily walked toward him slowly, her hands locked in front of her.Jason looked at her seriously. "No one will be able to take you from me, Emily. I will never let that happen."Emily stopped in front of him and stared into his eyes."You mean that?""I do," Jason said, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. "You are mine. My Luna. My mate. You belong here-with me."Tears welled in Emily's eyes. She didn't speak right away. She simply wrapped her arms around him and hugged him

Meanwhile, deep inside the forest near the outer lands of the Moon Crest Pack, Jerome moved restlessly through thick trees, his hands bruised from pushing branches and thorns out of his way. His clothes were covered in dust, and his boots soaked from crossing muddy streams.He had been searching for two days now.But Natalie was nowhere to be found.Jerome stopped walking and leaned against a tree, his chest rising and falling with frustration. His wolf senses were sharp, but even with them, he couldn't catch her trail."She's smart. Too smart," he muttered, shaking his head. "She knows how to hide."He stood still for a while, looking around, hoping to catch a scent, a sound-anything. But there was nothing. Just the quiet rustling of leaves and the soft whistle of the wind.Jerome clenched his fists and growled under his breath."This isn't right... she's planning something."With no choice left, Jerome turned back toward the Moon Crest Pack. He needed to talk to his father. Now.___

Natalie grinned as she poured the cheap red wine into three mismatched plastic cups. The smell of freshly roasted chicken filled the small motel room. The three of them sat cross-legged on the bed with plates balanced on their laps.The food had just been delivered by the motel's manager, who now moved like a puppet under Natalie's command. His eyes were dull, and he didn't speak unless told to."Manager," Natalie called, taking a bite of chicken and smiling. "Come back later and give us money. We need to buy clothes and other things."The manager stood by the door, completely still. "Yes. I will return with money," he said flatly, before slowly turning around and leaving the room.Cielo burst out laughing. "Natalie, I swear... I could get used to this."Miguel raised his plastic cup. "To power!" he said cheerfully.They clinked their cups and drank the sweet, cheap wine. The taste wasn't great, but it was the taste of freedom. Of victory. For now.As they continued eating, Miguel tor

Bruce sat alone inside what was left of the council chamber, the part of the tribe that didn't completely burn down. Cracked stones and blackened walls surrounded him, but he ignored it all. His mind was focused. His jaw clenched. His hands gripped the pink handkerchief tightly.Outside, the other witches continued sweeping ashes and stacking burned wood, but inside this silent room, Bruce had only one goal-to find out who owned the handkerchief. He was sure it belonged to the one who started the fire. The one who stole his book.He placed the handkerchief on the stone table in front of him and lit a candle at each corner. The light flickered, casting shadows on the walls. Then he opened his old spell journal, the one that survived the fire because it was always by his side."Let's see who you are," he muttered, his eyes narrowing at the soft fabric.He took a deep breath, raised both hands over the handkerchief, and began to chant."Show me truth from threads you hold,Let hidden nam

The sun had barely risen above the trees surrounding the ruined witch tribe when Bruce, still exhausted from the night's tracking spell, stepped out of the council hall. The ground was quiet, too quiet. The air felt thick, as if something invisible pressed down on the earth.He frowned.Something was wrong.He walked across the courtyard where several witches were already gathered. Sera was kneeling by the herb garden. Dorian and another younger witch, Mika, were trying to rebuild the southern wall. Everything seemed normal-until Sera suddenly gasped.Then she screamed.Bruce turned sharply just in time to see her collapse to the ground, convulsing violently."Sera!" Irene, who was walking nearby, rushed forward.But before she could reach her, Mika dropped the hammer in his hand and grabbed his throat. He stumbled backward, eyes wide, before falling to his knees.Dorian let out a hoarse scream and dropped next.Bruce ran toward them, shouting, "What's happening?!"But it wasn't just