Todos os capítulos de They Both Wanted Me: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The morning light was pale and cold, filtering through the cabin's windows in shades of silver and gray that seemed to match the gravity of what was about to happen. Aurora woke to the sound of voices drifting up from downstairs—her mother's calm tones, her father's deeper rumble, and others she couldn't quite identify. The council had gathered, just as Lena had promised the night before, and the time for secrets had finally ended.She dressed slowly, her fingers fumbling with the laces of her training tunic as she rehearsed what she would say. Every word she had kept hidden for weeks would finally be spoken aloud. Every fear she had carried alone would be shared. Every discovery she had made in the darkness of the corrupted forest would be laid bare before the people who had the power to act.When she finally descended the stairs, she found the cabin's main room transformed.Wolves and vampires and hybrids filled every available seat, their faces grave and their eyes watchful. Mira s

Rylan collapsed at the barrier's edge, his body folding beneath him like a marionette whose strings had been cut. Aurora caught him before he hit the ground, her arms wrapping around him instinctively, her light flaring in response to the wounds she could feel seeping through his shredded armor. His face was ashen, his brown eyes unfocused, and blood—too much blood—stained his clothes and hands."Rylan!" She lowered him gently to the ground, cradling his head in her lap, her hands already pressing against the worst of his injuries. "Rylan, can you hear me?"His eyes fluttered open—brown and dazed, but alive. The recognition that flickered across his face when he saw her was enough to make her heart ache with a mixture of relief and terror. "Aurora." His voice was barely a whisper, raspy and weak. "The others—they're still out there. Trapped. The darkness—it came out of nowhere—""Shh." She pressed her hand to his chest, her light flowing into him, warm and golden, knitting together th

The healers' tent was quiet now, the frantic energy of the past hours finally giving way to the heavy stillness of waiting. The chaos had faded—the rushing, the shouting, the desperate fight to save Rylan's life—and in its place settled a fragile, trembling silence broken only by the soft rhythm of his breathing and the occasional crackle of the lanterns that hung from the tent's poles.Aurora sat at his bedside, her hand wrapped around his, her eyes fixed on his pale face. She hadn't moved in hours, hadn't eaten, hadn't slept, hadn't allowed herself to do anything except watch the rise and fall of his chest and pray to a moon she wasn't sure was listening.The healers had done what they could, cleaning the wound, applying salves, using their limited magic to slow the spread of the corruption. Lena had done more, her light flowing into Rylan with the same gentle determination she had shown when healing Aurora after her own battle with the creature. But the poison was stubborn, ancient

The days after Rylan's awakening were strange, filled with a kind of tentative hope that felt both fragile and precious. Aurora visited him every morning, bringing food from the cabin's kitchen, asking questions about how he was feeling, watching him grow stronger with each passing day. Their conversations were easy—familiar, comfortable, safe. They talked about the pack, about the city, about the small moments of everyday life that had nothing to do with the barrier or the Devourer or the war that was coming.But something had changed between them, a shift that Aurora couldn't quite name but could feel in every glance, every touch, every moment of silence that stretched between words.The way he looked at her now was different—more intense, more certain, as if almost dying had stripped away whatever caution had been holding him back. And the way she felt when he smiled at her, when their hands brushed, when he said her name in that soft, familiar way—it was different too.She'd told

The library was silent, wrapped in the kind of deep stillness that only came in the hours when the rest of the world was sleeping. The candles had burned low, their flames flickering in glass holders, casting dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls and the towering shelves filled with books that had been collected over centuries. The air smelled of old paper and dust and something else—something that might have been secrets waiting to be told.Aurora found Theron in the back corner, surrounded by stacks of texts that seemed to rise around him like a fortress. He was hunched over a particularly old volume, his silver eyes fixed on a page he clearly wasn't reading, his shoulders tight with the tension he had been carrying for days.He looked up as she approached, and something flickered across his face—surprise, maybe, or longing, or fear. She couldn't quite tell, and that uncertainty made her chest ache."Aurora." His voice was quiet, almost cautious. "It's late.""I know.""You