Todos os capítulos de Dagger of the Blood Moon: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Liora POVThe scent of fresh-cut pine is finally starting to overpower the suffocating stench of five-year-old ash.It has only been two days since Kai drove his hunting blade into the cracked asphalt, but the transformation of the Shadow Ridge grounds is nothing short of miraculous. The Blood Moon builders work with terrifying, relentless efficiency. The shattered remnants of the grand staircase have been cleared, the skeletal remains of the eastern wing have been safely demolished, and the heavy, reinforced framing for the new sanctuary halls is already rising against the horizon.I stand near the supply tents, wrapping my hands around a steaming mug of herbal tea, simply watching the courtyard breathe again.And right in the centre of the organized chaos is Bran.The emaciated, terrified rogue we pulled from the pantry just forty-eight hours ago is completely unrecognizable. After a few hot meals and a solid night's sleep, Bran has thrown himself into the physical labour with a des

Mara POVThe heavy, rattling rumble of diesel engines shakes the morning dew from the pine needles long before the trucks actually crest the ridge.I stand at the edge of the ruined courtyard, a steaming mug of coffee warming my scarred hands. Beside me, Torin crosses his massive arms, a rare, genuinely impressed smile cracking his stoic face."I cannot believe Dax actually pulled it off," Torin murmurs, watching the tree line."Never underestimate a Beta pushed to the absolute brink by his pregnant mate," I chuckle, taking a slow sip of the bitter brew.The rusted, vine-choked gates of Shadow Ridge groan in protest as a massive Blood Moon transport truck rolls through, followed closely by two heavily loaded flatbeds carrying gleaming steel trusses and two full-sized cement mixers. Dax had practically performed a logistical miracle overnight.Kai and Liora step out of the command tent, the Alpha looking entirely smug as the machinery rolls into the camp to fill the massive sinkhole.B

Mara POVThe all-terrain transports do not just pull into the Shadow Ridge courtyard; they violently skid to a halt, kicking up a massive cloud of gravel and dust.Before the engines even fully cut out, the camp erupts into organized chaos."We need stretchers!" Torin's massive voice booms as he kicks his door open, already holding Nia and her shivering pup in his arms. "Move!"Kai and Liora are already sprinting across the cleared yard. They had heard the radio call. The massive Blood Moon enforcers abandon their construction tools, rushing the vehicles to help unload the severely weakened she-wolves and children.I scramble out of the back seat, holding the burning, feverish toddler tightly against my chest. His breathing is terrifyingly shallow, the toxic silver of the Iron Fang mines still wreaking havoc on his tiny immune system."Bring him this way, Warden!" a fierce, steady voice calls out.Tessa is standing at the entrance of the largest, heated command tent. She has completel

Torin POVThe red taillights of the Alpha’s SUV vanish around the jagged bend of the mountain pass, swallowed completely by the encroaching night.I stand at the edge of the gravel driveway, the crisp autumn wind tugging at my heavy jacket. For the last ten years, my entire purpose has been simple: stand behind Kai, point my silver blade at the enemy, and let the Alpha do the talking.But as the sound of the engine fades, leaving only the crackle of the courtyard bonfire and the distant murmur of the refugees settling into the new residential wing, a profound, crushing weight settles directly onto my shoulders.Kai and Liora are gone.I turn my head, looking down at Mara. My fierce, scarred mate is staring at the empty road, her jaw set, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. I can practically hear the gears turning in her head as she calculates perimeter defences and rationing schedules."They're really ours now, big guy," Mara murmurs, not looking away from the tree line. "No Alph

Kai POVThe sun is just beginning to bleed over the eastern horizon, casting long, pale rays of light across the Blood Moon training yards.I am sitting on the edge of the heavy mahogany desk in my office, a cold, half-empty mug of coffee in my hand. Liora is curled up on the leather sofa, her head resting on a throw pillow, fast asleep after the sheer exhaustion of our journey back from Shadow Ridge.The packhouse has been eerily, agonizingly silent for the last forty minutes. The furious cursing and the low, guttural growls of a rogue in labour had finally ceased, replaced by a heavy, expectant quiet that made Atlas pace restlessly in my mind.Suddenly, the heavy oak door of my office clicks open.Liora stirs instantly, her hazel eyes fluttering open as she sits up.Dax stands in the doorway.My fierce, battle-hardened Beta looks like he has just survived a ten-car pileup. His grey sweatpants are wrinkled, his hair is sticking up in every direction, and he is cradling his left hand