Caged By The Cruel Alpha 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

"You need to leave. Now."Thorne's voice hit her the moment she stepped into the corridor. The Beta was already moving, already directing warriors toward the eastern corridors, his expression locked into the grim efficiency of someone who had prepared for this moment for months."Where is he?" Wren asked."Command post. South yard." Thorne didn't stop walking. "Don't go there."She went there.The pack was moving like a single living thing. Warriors shifted in the yard, fur replacing skin, claws tearing up the earth. Families ran in the opposite direction, toward the safe rooms buried deep in the pack house. Pups cried. Elders moved with quiet urgency. Weapons changed hands. Orders were shouted in short, sharp bursts. The organized chaos of it—the way everyone knew their role, their place, their task—spoke to years of preparation for exactly this moment.She spotted Cain at the center of it.He stood at the rough wooden table they used as a command p

The smell hit her first.Blood. Thick and copper and everywhere. It coated the air so heavily she could taste it on the back of her tongue. Wren slowed at the entrance to the medical station—a large room that had been a common space two days ago and now looked like something from a nightmare.Wolves on every surface. The floor, the tables, the makeshift cots dragged in from the storage rooms. Some of them moving. Some of them not. The pack healer, a wiry older man named Edan, moved between them with the efficient, desperate urgency of someone trying to hold back a tide with his bare hands.He looked up when she came in.The relief on his face was so intense it was almost painful to see."Thank the moon." He pointed without stopping moving. "Twelve critical in the back room. I can't reach them all. Two of them won't last another hour without help."Wren didn't ask questions. She rolled up her sleeves and walked into the worst of it.Her gift woke up b

The cold crept up her arms.That was the worst part. Not the pain—she could work through pain; pain was information, a signal from the body telling you what to pay attention to, and she had learned to translate its language into data rather than response. It was the cold. The way the curse-poison moved through her healing connection like it had always known this path was there, like it had been designed specifically for this—for finding the bridge between healer and wound and using it as a road into the healer instead.Somewhere far away, she was aware of voices. Of boots on the floor, someone crossing the room in a hurry. Of Edan saying something urgent to someone across the room, his voice carrying the particular elevated efficiency of a healer managing multiple crises. None of it reached her. All of her attention was here, in this—in the dark thing pressing against her gift and trying to make her let go.She did not let go.Her aunt's journals. The memory surfaced the way memories

Dawn broke slow and gray over a battlefield.The sky came up pale and quiet, the way it always did after violence—as if the world needed a moment to recalibrate, to remember the ordinary rules of light and color after so much darkness. The particular gray of early morning had never looked quite so exhausted to Wren as it did on mornings like this. Smoke drifted in thin layers across the eastern tree line. Shadow Fang's retreat had been thorough—they were gone, vanished back into the territories that had sent them, leaving behind only what they had lost.The cost was written on the ground in blood.Twenty-three wolves. Twenty-three members of Black Hollow who had come to this morning and would not see the next. The pack healer moved through the field with quiet efficiency, his face still and professional, marking those who needed to be carried and those who were already beyond any carrying. Warriors stood in clusters, not talking, doing the thing that grief does to soldiers everywhere—

"Show me," Cain said.Thorne laid the evidence on the table without ceremony. Letters. Coded messages—he had broken the cipher himself. Routes and timings. Information about the pack's interior movements, their stores, their weaknesses. Details that Elise could not have known from her brief stay at the pack house."The information Elise passed to Vorik was too current," Thorne said. "Too specific. She had everything—patrol rotations, the medical station layout, the location of the safe room. She couldn't have gotten that alone. She had a source. Active, inside, feeding her updates even after she arrived."Cain looked at each piece of evidence in turn. His face gave nothing away. "Who?""Mira."The name was quiet in the room.Wren looked at Cain. Something moved through his face—brief, almost invisible. The kind of pain that goes deeper than anger.Mira. One of Sera's attendants. She had been at Sera's side for months—bathing her, reading to her, bringing her meals, sitting with her in