Todos os capítulos de Marked By Pain, Crowned By Power: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 66

Seravyn’s POVThe heavy silence that followed my words was suffocating, a thick, stagnant fog that trapped the air inside my lungs. Down below, the seven elders stood like stone monuments, the look of relief across each of their faces nearly rung out in my ears. But it was Zoriven’s reaction that made the ground feel as though it were tilting beneath my feet.He didn't yell. He didn't roar. He simply went entirely still, his towering frame locking into a rigid, agonizing posture as he stared up at me. The golden fire in his eyes flickered, shattering into a raw, bleeding look that screamed nothing but pain. It was the expression of a warrior who had been stabbed in the back by the very person he had sworn to shield with his life."Take that back," Zoriven whispered. The volume of his voice had dropped entirely, yet, the sheer force of the words cut through the large empty spaces of the hall. He took a slow, heavy step towards the stairs I was on. "Seravyn. Take back those words im

Seravyn’s POVThe heavy oak door had long since clicked shut, but the painful cho of Zoriven’s voice still vibrated against the cold stone walls of the inner room of the Great Hall. I could remember every word like he was still here saying them, how broken he sounded when he said I'm destroying him. The raw energy in his confession felt like a deep mark burned into my skin that couldn't wear off, dragging me under a relentless sea of thoughts.I remained standing, literally frozen by the edge of a wooden desk with my fingers tracing the smooth, complex grains of the wooden table. My thoughts were a chaotic, suffocating storm, all spinning around the one question that had taken root in the deepest parts of my mind.What did he really see in me that night in the woods?The question repeated in my head like a broken record on chant. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to look back out at that blurred, terrifying night through the window.I remember not being able to scent anything as the

Zoriven’s POVThe heavy oak door of the council inner room had soundly clicked shut behind me as I stepped out, leaving Seravyn alone.But the heat of Seravyn’s forehead resting against mine still lingered like an actual burn.I stood in the dim, narrow corridor just outside the room with my chest vibrating as I forced a long, shuddering breath through my teeth. My hands were still trembling, the dark bloody veins along my forearms pulsing. Her scent was trapped in my lungs, struggling violently with the bitter touch of my own suffocating rage. I could feel it… that underlying warmth of a wolf finally beginning to trust brewing through her as our skin touched.It was perfect, absolutely perfect. And my words?“I would rather burn this entire territory to the ground myself than let him take you back.”The words I had whispered to her weren't an exaggeration. They weren't an empty promise just aimed at making her feel better, they represented everything I had burning inside of me towar