《The Obsidian Covenant #1: The Rejected Mate's Ruin》全部章節：第 241 章 - 第 250 章

Logic dictated she was vaporized. Logic was currently being strangled by hope.Wolfy sat cross-legged on the scorched metal of the dais. The plating was still warm, radiating a dull heat that penetrated his trousers and cooked the skin of his thighs.He didn't move. He couldn't. His legs had gone numb three hours ago, the circulation cut off by his rigid posture, but the lack of sensation was preferable to the agony of standing.He stared at the datapad in his lap.The screen flickered. Battery at 12%."Wolfy."The voice was rough, scraping like gravel. Wolfy didn't look up. He knew it was Barzil. He could smell the dried blood on the Ensi’s skin—a copper tang that coated the back of Wolfy’s throat."Drink," Barzil ordered.A canteen appeared in Wolfy’s peripheral vision.Wolfy’s stomach contracted—a sharp, violent spasm of rejection. He hadn't eaten in forty-eight hours. His digestive system had shut down, diverting all energy to his brain."No," Wolfy rasped. His tongue felt swollen

POV: Viggo RorikHe didn't know how to pray. He knew how to beg, and he knew how to demand.Viggo lay on his back on the melted metal of the dais. The sun was a physical weight, pressing him into the hard ridges of the slag. His skin was tight, sunburned to a deep, angry red that radiated heat like a fever.His lips were split in three places. Every time he opened his mouth, the scabs cracked, and he tasted the copper tang of fresh blood."Day four," he croaked.The sound scraped his vocal cords. It felt like swallowing glass.He rolled onto his side. The movement sent a wave of nausea rolling through his gut, ending in a dry heave that convulsed his empty stomach.His abdominal muscles locked up, hard as stone, forcing the bile into his throat. He spat. Nothing came out but white froth."Get up, Viggo."He forced his elbows to take his weight. His triceps trembled, shaking violently. He pushed. His vision swam, black spots dancing in front of the blinding white of the crater floor.H

POV: Neoma The universe was vast and cold. The voice was small and warm.Neoma didn't have a body, but she felt the cold. It was a perfect, absolute zero that stopped all vibration. It stopped the itch of desire. It stopped the ache of grief. It stopped the thudding of a heart that had beaten too fast for too long.She was the rock. She was the silica and the iron. She was the crater and the dust.Stay, the Moon whispered.The voice didn't come from outside. It vibrated in her frequency. It was a low, heavy hum that resonated with the billions of tons of stone she had become.Here, there is no hunger, the Moon promised. Here, there is no bleeding. Here, you are finished.It felt good. It felt like sinking into deep water after a lifetime of swimming. Her consciousness expanded, thinning out, spreading over the gray plains and the dark valleys. She felt the solar wind stroking her surface. It was gentle.Then the hook snagged.It was sharp. It burned.A red line of energy punched thro

POV: Wolfy VanceShe looked like Neoma. She sounded like Neoma. But she felt like the tide.Wolfy stood at the foot of the cot, his hands gripping the metal rail until his knuckles turned the color of old bone. The medical tent was stifling, smelling of antiseptic, ozone, and the sour, nervous sweat of the Vanguard. The air recyclers hummed a low, rhythmic drone that usually calmed him. Today, it sounded like a countdown.Neoma lay on the bio-bed. She was sleeping.Or rather, her body was dormant.Wolfy watched the monitors. The green line of her heart rate was too slow. Thirty beats per minute. A human heart would be in failure. A Lycan heart would be in hibernation. But Neoma... Neoma was neither."Tell me again," Viggo growled from the corner. The Alpha was pacing, his boots scuffing the temporary flooring. Thump. Drag. Thump. Drag. He wouldn't sit. He hadn't sat since they pulled her off the dais six hours ago."The cellular regeneration is... anomalous," Wolfy said. His voice was

POV: Neoma SolsticeShe walked out to a sea of faces. But she only saw four.Neoma stood behind the heavy blast doors of the balcony. The vibration from the other side traveled through the three inches of steel, up through the soles of her boots, and rattled the bones in her shins. It wasn't a hum. It was a roar. A physical assault of sound generated by thirty million throats screaming one name."Heart rate is 110," Wolfy said. He stood to her left, his eyes fixed on the datapad. He smelled of nervous sweat and ozone. "Your cortisol levels are spiking.""I'm fine," Neoma said. She wasn't fine. Her stomach felt like it was filled with cold water. Her hands, resting at her sides, trembled with a fine, high-frequency shake.She looked at her hands. The skin was pale, flawless, glowing faintly in the dim light of the staging area. They didn't look like her hands. They looked like porcelain."You don't have to do this," Viggo growled. He stood to her right, close enough that she could feel