All Chapters of I Married My Mate's Enemy : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

POV: LanaThe pack was stirring that day—some wolves yawning, some shifting lazily, others already circling the perimeter, testing boundaries as if to remind themselves that home was theirs again.I sat on the edge of the staircase, watching as Warren moved among them, Alpha energy radiating from every motion. He barked orders, adjusted sleeping positions, and sniffed out tense postures with a precision that made me sigh with admiration. It was comforting, yes, but also intimidating—he commanded the pack without raising his voice.Kael leaned against the railing beside me, arms crossed, ears twitching. “You notice that?” he asked quietly. “Some of them are… remembering. Bits and pieces.”I followed his gaze. A young wolf, tail flicking nervously, padded toward Mara. Recognition brightened its eyes as the scent of familiarity hit. Mara leaned down, whispering soft reassurances, and the wolf relaxed, nuzzling her briefly before retreating.“Fragments,” I murmured. “Moments, emotions, i

Lana’s POVThe forest air was crisp as I stepped beyond the lodge’s gates, the moonlight painting the path in silver and black. For the first time since we returned, I felt an urge to wander alone—not out of defiance, but out of necessity. The pack had its routines, and I had mine. I needed to feel the earth beneath my paws, to breathe without the weight of Warren’s presence pressing against every thought.The park surrounding the lodge was vast, a mix of dense woods, open meadows, and winding streams. The scent of pine, damp earth, and wildflowers mingled, pulling at memories I didn’t yet fully remember. Wolves lounged in the distance, shifting between forms, their eyes glimmering in the moonlight. I gave a nod to Mara, who was near the lodge entrance, checking on a small group of scouts. She returned it with a brief smile, then disappeared into the shadows herself.I let the forest swallow me, my senses alert. Each sound—the crack of a twig, the rustle of leaves—reminded me th

Lana’s POVI found Warren near the stables, already half-packed and tightening the straps on his travel bag like he was afraid standing still might give something away. His movements were precise, efficient—too efficient. The kind of focus people used when they didn’t want to think.“Warren,” I said, slowing my steps as I approached.He didn’t look up right away. “I’m heading out.”My chest sank anyway. “Out where?”“One of the elders sent word,” he replied. “They want to speak to me privately. About Callen.”That name landed between us like a dropped blade.“How long will you be gone?” I asked.“Not long.” He finally turned toward me, his expression carefully neutral. “A few days, at most.”I nodded, even though that wasn’t what I wanted to hear. “You didn’t tell me you were leaving.”“I didn’t think it was necessary.”There it was again. That cool distance, that invisible wall I kept running into no matter how carefully I approached.“Is everything okay?” I asked quietly.His gaze

 Lana’s POVMoonbathing, I learned quickly, was less mystical ritual and more deliberate stillness.The clearing sat just beyond the houses, a gentle slope of pale grass surrounded by low stone markers that hummed faintly with old magic. Nothing dramatic happened when we arrived. No chanting. No sudden surges of power. Just the moon above us, full and steady, washing everything in silver light that felt oddly intimate, as though it were paying attention.Mara dropped onto the grass first with a satisfied sigh. “I forgot how much I missed this,” she said, stretching her arms over her head. “Actual rest without someone asking me to justify my existence.”Kael sat a little more carefully, folding his long legs and leaning back on his hands. “You say that like it happens often.”“It happens constantly,” Mara replied. “You just aren’t around for most of it.”I lo

 Warren’s POVEamon had the unsettling habit of speaking like time wasn’t pressing down on all of us.He moved slowly around the table, adjusting the stones that held the map flat as though he were arranging something ceremonial rather than tactical. Every instinct in me bristled at the delay. Lana’s fear still echoed faintly through the bond, not sharp anymore, but persistent—like a held breath that never fully released.“Start talking,” I said, voice tight. “Now.”Eamon didn’t look offended. He didn’t even look surprised. He simply folded his hands and leaned his weight back against the table.“Callen is not searching randomly,” he said. “He’s following fault lines.”Rowan frowned. “Geographic?”“Historical,” Eamon corrected. “Territorial scars. Places where authority changed hands violently. Places wh