Lahat ng Kabanata ng Queen of Wolves : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Dalton’s POVThe flames did not burn like ordinary fire.They moved without smoke, without heat, rising in crimson spirals around the circle that trapped her. The mist twisted violently, pushed back by an unseen force, and the symbols carved into the ground pulsed like living veins.The witch’s laughter did not echo from one direction. It came from everywhere at once, curling through the mist, sliding beneath my skin.I did not turn immediately.“You should have stayed in your throne room, King.”The witch’s laughter slid across the gray expanse, cold and echoing. When I finally looked over my shoulder, she was there if that distorted shape could be called there. A silhouette woven from smoke and shadow, her form never fully solid, her eyes glowing faintly through the haze. She did not belong to this realm.But neither did I.Aluna trembled inside the burning circle. The dark markings climbed higher up her arm, inching toward her heart. Her spirit looked smaller than I imagined, pale

Dalton’s POVThe witch’s threat still echoed when the circle finally gave way. The fractured symbols beneath our feet split with a blinding surge of light, and the flames that had caged her shattered outward like glass under pressure. The tether screamed one last time as the realm convulsed around us, unable to withstand the force of a bond chosen freely rather than carved in blood. Smoke tore from the witch’s unraveling form as she staggered back, fury twisting into something dangerously close to fear. Then the ground beneath us cracked completely, and the gray void that had held us hostage began to peel apart in widening spirals of light, dragging the remnants of her and her ritual into nothingness.The realm did not collapse, It peeled away.Light fractured into shards around us, the mist dissolving into spirals that lifted upward like smoke pulled through a narrowing funnel. The altar was gone. The circle no longer existed. Only faint lines of gold shimmered beneath our feet, fa

Aluna POV He did not respond immediately. His eyes studied me in a way that made heat rise under my skin, not from shame, but from being seen too clearly.“You owe me nothing for doing what was necessary,” he said.Necessary.I did not know whether that comforted me or not.A memory surfaced suddenly. The woman in white. Her calm voice. The way she looked at me as if I were something more than broken.I swallowed.“There was a lady,” I said cautiously. “In the realm. She white light surrounds her.”His expression shifted slightly, but not in anger.“She helped sever the tether,” he said.“Who is she?” I asked carefully, watching his face for any sign I had crossed a line.“She serves something older than either of us. She is the priestess.” I lowered my gaze again. “She said… I could heal it. Although I don't know how. Do I have to prepare herbs, what can I do to heal you.”My eyes flickered to the dark markings.“She said I am…” The words caught in my throat. “The moon goddess’s chi

Aluna’s POVThe silence in the room did not stay peaceful for long.At first, it wrapped around me gently, like something careful, something controlled. It matched the room. It matched everything I had seen since waking here. Nothing out of place. Nothing loud. Nothing threatening.But then… it shifted.It started with a sound. Faint, so faint I almost ignored it. I stilled, my head tilting slightly as I listened. Soft chirping. Birds.My gaze slowly drifted toward the window. At first, I thought they must be close, perhaps resting just outside, hidden within the trees that bordered the palace grounds.But the more I listened… The more I realized that wasn’t true, they were far. Too far. And yet I could hear them clearly.Every flutter of wings. Every tiny movement. The way the wind brushed through leaves and carried their sound across the distance like it was nothing.My chest tightened, that wasn’t normal.I moved toward the window slowly, almost cautiously, as if getting closer woul

Aluna’s POVI did not move after Queen Seraphina left.I remained seated in the garden, my hands resting loosely in my lap, my gaze unfocused as everything she said replayed in my mind. The words would not settle, they kept circling, pressing against me from all sides until it felt like I could not breathe around them.She said I was the cure.The thought alone felt too heavy, too impossible to belong to me. I had spent most of my life being told I was nothing, that I was a mistake, something unwanted and incomplete. Now suddenly, I was supposed to be something powerful enough to heal a king. It did not make sense.Nothing about this place made sense.Yet the strangest part was not even her words. It was what I had been feeling since I woke up here. My senses had sharpened in ways I could not explain. I could feel movement before I saw it, hear things that should have been too far away, and there was always that lingering awareness at the back of my mind, like something unseen was qu