Semua Bab THE LONE WOLF: Bab 11 - Bab 20

---*Season 2: Chapter 1 — Human*Human world smelled wrong. No pine. No blood. No wolf. Just exhaust and fried food and 8 million people who didn’t know the Moon Goddess was sleeping in a car seat behind me. “Three weeks,” Kieran said. We were in a safehouse. If you could call it that. Two-bedroom apartment in Cleveland. Human city. Human name on the lease: _K. & A. Dragos_. Human. The word tasted like ash. “Three weeks since Blood Moon,” Kieran continued. He was at the window, watching the street. Never stopped watching. “No Council. No Kings. No attack.” “That’s bad,” Darius said from the kitchen. He was making bottles. _Darius_. Beta of Blood Moon, making formula at 2 AM. “Means they’re planning.” Rylan made a noise. Not a cry. A _hum_. We all froze. His eyes were closed. Blue. Normal. But the lightbulb above the crib flickered. Kieran was at his side in one second. Hand over Rylan’s chest. Counting heartbeats. “Normal. He’s normal.” “For now,” I said.

---*Season 2: Chapter 3 — Project 5*Montreal looked normal. Skyscrapers. Coffee shops. Humans walking dogs in the snow. They didn’t know there was a god in a lab under their feet. Or that we were about to start a war to steal him. “Layout,” Kieran said. We were in a van. Stolen. Gregor driving. Me, Kieran, Darius in the back. Lyra asleep on my lap. Rylan in a carrier on my chest. Can’t leave him. Not after Cleveland. “Sub-level 4,” Darius said, tablet glowing. “BioMax Pharma. Front is legit. Back is Council black site. Project 5 is in Cryo-Stasis Pod 3. East wing.” “Guards?” “40. Human mercs. Silver rounds. Plus 2 Council members on site. The ‘cold men’ Lyra talked about.” Lyra twitched in her sleep. Whimpered. _Cold men_. I held her tighter. “She’s not going in.” Kieran looked at me. “Neither are you.” “Kieran—” “You and the kids stay in the van. Gregor runs extraction. Darius on comms. I go in.” “No.” “_Yes_,” he said. Not Alpha. _Dad_. “If this goe

---*Season 2: Chapter 5 — The Twins*We didn’t go back to Montreal. Couldn’t. Every satellite for 500 miles was watching the city. Every Council agent was swarming the crater where Project 1 dropped a weather sat on us. And lost. “Status,” Kieran said. His ribs were taped. Three broken. Should be dead. Wasn’t. Alpha healing + spite. We were in a hunting cabin. 200 miles north. Off-grid. No power. No roads. Gregor had it from his human days. “Gregor’s got wolves on 5-mile perimeter,” Darius said. He was cleaning his gun. Hadn’t stopped since Montreal. “Nero froze the lake so no boats. Lyra’s running heat sigs every hour.” He looked at the kids. Rylan, asleep in a laundry basket. Lyra, braiding Nero’s hair by the fire. Nero, letting her. Ice blue, but _warm_ now. Not melting. _Content_. “Three,” Darius said. Quiet. “We’ve got three.” “Four more out there,” I said. Kieran’s jaw ticked. “One just tried to kill us.” “One just _saved_ us,” I corrected. Because

---*Season 2: Chapter 7 — The Ghost War*We buried Three under a pine. No marker. Council would find it. Just Kieran, me, and four gods who weren’t old enough to drive. Nero made ice flowers. They wouldn’t melt. Lyra burned his name into the bark: _THREE_. Tempo and Echo stood back to back, watching the trees. Watching _time_. Making sure no one rewound this. Rylan slept through it. _Baby_. But when we left, he didn’t look back. He looked _up_. Like Four was in the _clouds_. ---*Alaska — 3 Days Later — Abandoned Mine* “Report,” Kieran said. Gregor was pale. “Lost two more.” “_Lost_?” “Wendell put his gun in his mouth at 0200. Said _‘he’s thirsty’_ before he did it.” Gregor’s jaw ticked. “Mira walked into the lake. Didn’t come up. Last words: _‘he’s cold’_.” The bond _iced over_. Kieran’s rage was a physical thing now. “He’s picking us off,” Darius said. His arm was still in a sling. His eyes hadn’t left Rylan in 72 hours. _Guarding_. _Terrified_. “O

---*Season 2: Chapter 9 — The Hunger*Lyra didn’t eat breakfast. Didn’t eat lunch. Didn’t eat dinner. On day three, Gregor tried. Set a plate of moose stew in front of her. Human food. Hot. _Safe_. She looked at it. Silver eyes, swirling now with flecks of black. Four’s void. “I’m not hungry for _that_,” she said. Her voice was still _both_. Lyra and Four. But Four was _louder_ when she didn’t eat. “What _are_ you hungry for?” Kieran asked. He hadn’t left her side. Slept on the floor by her cot. Gun under his pillow. _Promise_. She looked at him. Then at Darius. Darius, who was teaching Rylan to hold his bottle. Who smiled when Rylan blew spit bubbles. _Happy_. “I’m _starving_, Uncle D,” Lyra whispered. The air _dropped_ 20 degrees. “Can I have your _happiest memory_?” Darius froze. The cabin went _silent_. Even the fire stopped crackling. “Dad?” Lyra said. Not looking at Kieran. Looking at _Darius_. “I won’t _hurt_ him. I just… _need_. It