Lahat ng Kabanata ng WEREWOLVES vs VAMPIRES: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 28

My father stepped out of the shadows, the curved dagger still glinting in his hand. But he wasn’t alone. Behind him, two warriors dragged something across the dirt. Someone. A body. Limp. Pale. Familiar. “No.” The word left my lips before my mind could catch up with what my eyes were seeing. They threw her at my father’s feet. My mother. Her eyes were closed. Her chest didn’t rise. Blood soaked through her clothes, dark and spreading, still wet. “Mother!” I lunged forward. Rylan grabbed me, locking his arms around my chest. “Kaelen, don’t—” I fought him with everything I had. “Let me go! That’s my mother!” My father looked down at her body. His mate. The mother of his son. There was nothing in his eyes. No grief. No regret. Only cold satisfaction. “She should have thought about that before she betrayed me.” The words didn’t make sense. They couldn’t. “You… killed her?” My voice came out broken, something feral clawing its way out of my c

Pain was the first thing I felt. Not the sharp kind that comes and goes, but a deep, crushing agony that felt like it had settled into every bone in my body. For a long moment I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Even breathing felt like dragging broken glass through my lungs. The world around me was quiet. Too quiet. Then voices drifted through the darkness. “He’s waking.” “Careful. Don’t move him.” “Rylan, I think his eyes are opening.” My vision slowly cleared. Shapes formed above me..faces leaning over, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of a fire. Wolves. Dozens of them. The same wolves we had freed from Thorin’s cages. I tried to move. The moment I did, pain exploded through my neck and spine so violently that a groan tore from my throat. “Easy,” a familiar voice said. Rylan. He knelt beside me, his face tight with worry. “Don’t try to move yet.” My mouth felt dry. “What… happened?” My voice came out hoarse, barely more than a whisper.

The days that followed were brutal. Blood oath or not, wolves and vampires didn't trust each other. The clearing where we'd fought together became a divided camp…wolves on one side, vampires on the other, a fire burning in the no-man's-land between them. Soren found me at dawn, watching the sun rise through the trees. "Your people won't train with mine." "Mine feel the same about yours." He stood beside me, his pale face catching the first light. "How do we fix this..werewolf man ?" "We don't." I turned to face him. "Not with words. With action." "What kind of action?" "The kind that shows them we're stronger together." I limped toward the training ground. "Gather your best fighters. I'll gather mine." The first joint training session was a disaster. Two wolves and a vampire nearly killed each other within the first hour. Rylan had to pull them apart. Soren's second-in-command, a fierce vampire named Vex, nearly challenged me to a duel when one of my wolves acciden

I barreled forward.. But before I could reach Thorin, a hand slammed into my chest and dragged me back. “Kaelen!” Rylan’s voice cut through the dark as he forced me down behind the rocks. “What are you doing?” I struggled against his grip, my eyes still locked on Thorin and Lyra standing beneath the torchlight. “He’s touching her,” I growled. “And if you attack him now?” Rylan shot back quietly. “Do you want to ruin everything? Weeks of planning—gone because you can’t control your anger?” My chest rose and fell as rage burned through me. Every instinct screamed to break free and tear Thorin apart. “Think,” Rylan said sharply. “Do you want to save Lyra… or die here tonight?” The words struck harder than his grip. I forced myself to stay still. But the damage had already been done. A sharp snap of dry leaves cracked through the silence. Thorin’s head turned immediately. His gaze swept toward the forest. “Who’s there?” he called, his voice cold and commanding. Around him