Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Marble Wolf Prophecy: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I lifted my chin, meeting his stare with what I hoped was defiance rather than the fear that was clawing at my throat. "Was. Past tense. His pack is gone, remember? Scattered to the winds or dead." "That doesn't change what you are," Caspian said, his eyes intense in the moonlight. "What your heritage means." "It doesn't mean anything," I shot back. "I'm just another packless wolf now, taken in by your family's charity. That's how you've always seen me, isn't it?" But even as I said it, I could see the wheels turning in his head. The political implications, the bloodline considerations, and the way this revelation changed everything about my place in the pack hierarchy. An Alpha's daughter wasn't just a charity case; she was a potential asset, a strategic alliance, a complication that would ripple through pack politics for generations. The thought made me sick. "This is exactly why I never wanted any of this," I said, gesturing vaguely at the space between us where I could feel t

Asher's face flickered with shock, then shame. "Two days ago at the council meeting? You heard that?""Yes, I heard you said I was the fat and ugly one that would never amount to anything." I spat the words at him, relishing the pain that crossed his face. "So save your pretty lies about mating bonds and destiny. I know exactly what you three think of me.""That's not, I didn't mean..." For once, the articulate Williams brother was at a loss for words."Just go," I whispered, turning back to the door. My hand trembled as I finished unlocking it. "Please, just go."But Asher didn't move. "You heard Kyle defending you. You must have. He nearly took my head off for saying that."I paused, my back still to him. "What?""Kyle grabbed me by the throat and slammed me against the wall for saying that. Said if I ever spoke about you that way again, he'd make me regret it." Asher's voice was quiet. "Ca

"And go where?" Grandmother's voice was gentle but firm. "It's the middle of the night, and you've just experienced your first shift. You're in no condition to go anywhere.""Anywhere but here," I said, dragging my duffel bag out from under the bed again. "I can't be here when the sun comes up. I can't face them, any of them."Grandmother watched me as I began throwing clothes into the bag, her expression unreadable. "Running away won't break the bond," she said quietly. "It might actually make it worse.""I don't care." But even as I said it, I could feel the truth of her words. The bond was already pulling painfully tight just thinking about leaving. What would it feel like when I was miles away? States away?"Imogen." Grandmother's voice had taken on that tone, the one that meant she was about to say something I didn't want to hear. "There's something you need to understand about triple bonds."I pau

"No." His voice was firm, his amber eyes steady on mine. "This is me trying to fix something I broke a long time ago.""You can't fix it," I said, the words coming out softer than I intended. "Some things stay broken."Kyle took another step into the room, and this time I didn't back away. "Maybe. But I have to try." He glanced at the violin case. "You should play again. Not for anyone else. For you."I looked down at the instrument, its polished surface reflecting the morning light. "I don't know if I can.""You were just playing when I came in," he pointed out."That's different. I was alone.""You could play for me sometime," he said, and immediately held up his hands when he saw my expression. "Or not. Just...don't let what happened take this from you, too."The gentleness in his voice made something inside me crack. For a moment, just a moment, I could almost believe he cared.

The words hung in the air like a death sentence. I'd never said them out loud before, not to anyone. The hallway had gone completely silent, with shocked expressions on every face. Even Libby looked taken aback, her smug smile faltering as the weight of my confession sank in."I was playing Mendelssohn's Violin Concerto," I continued, my voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in my hands. "It was my father's favourite. The entire pack was there, watching me, listening to me. Nobody saw the hunters until it was too late."I felt Asher's hand hover near my elbow, not quite touching me but close enough that I could feel his warmth. Through our bond, I sensed his horror, his grief on my behalf. Caspian had gone completely still beside me, his emotions locked down tight, though I could feel the storm brewing beneath his controlled exterior."My mother was the first to die," I said, staring directly at Libby now. "An arrow t