Todos os capítulos de FROZEN BONDS: THE HALF-BLOOD'S MATE: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The howl from the mountains faded into silence, but its echo lingered in the cold air, settling into the bones of every wolf who heard it. The celebration that had begun with such hope was now frozen, the wolves standing motionless, their faces turned toward the peaks where something was stirring."The old ones," Stellan had said. "They're coming."But they didn't come that night. Or the next. The days passed, and the mountains remained silent, and slowly, the pack began to breathe again.But the division that had been waiting since Stellan's return was already spreading.---The great hall was filled with wolves on the morning of the third day. Not for celebration this time—for something else. Something that had been building since Stellan announced me as his mate.I stood at the entrance, watching them gather. The North Star wolves sat on one side of the hall, their faces turned toward Stellan with the easy loyalty of wolves who had followed him since childhood. The Bozkurt wolves s

The white wolf on the stone stared at me with eyes like ice, and I felt something shift in my chest. Something that had been sleeping since the day I broke Ronan's bond. Something that was waking now.I stood at the edge of the clearing, Stellan's hand in mine, the old ones watching from the shadows, the Watcher waiting in the center of the circle. The white wolf on the stone was me—or what I could become. The wolf who had chosen the prophecy over love. The wolf who had lost herself to the old ways. The wolf who had become the Watcher."Face her," the Watcher said, its voice cold and sharp. "Face yourself. And choose what you will become."I stepped forward, my hand slipping from Stellan's, my feet carrying me toward the stone. The white wolf watched me come, its eyes bright, its form shifting, its presence pressing against my chest like a weight."You came," it said, its voice soft, familiar. "I was wondering when you would."I stopped in front of the stone, looking up at the wolf th

The presence in the forest faded as quickly as it had come, melting into the shadows like mist at dawn. But its echo lingered in the cold air, settling into my bones like something that would never leave.Stellan's arm was still around me, his body tense, his eyes fixed on the darkness where the old ones had been watching. "They're testing us," he said. "Waiting to see what we'll become."I looked at the forest, at the shadows that moved where no wind should blow. "Then we show them."He pulled me closer. "Together."---The morning came too fast.I woke to the sound of voices outside the tent—low, urgent, familiar. Stellan was already awake, his body tense, his eyes fixed on the entrance. "Bjorn is here," he said. "He wants to speak with you."I sat up, pulling the furs around me. "With me?""He's been watching you. Watching how you handle the pack. How you handle the wolves who doubted you." Stellan's voice was tight. "He wants to test you."I felt my heart quicken. "What kind of te

The presence in the forest faded as the dawn broke, melting into the shadows like mist at sunrise. But its echo lingered in the cold air, settling into my bones like something that would never leave. The old ones were watching. Waiting. And soon, they would come.But for now, there was the pack. There was Bjorn. There was the respect I had earned.---The morning after the hunt, the camp was quiet.The celebrations had ended, the fires had burned low, and the wolves who had gathered to watch me prove myself had returned to their tents. But I couldn't sleep. I stood at the edge of the forest, watching the sun rise over the mountains, and tried to remember how to breathe."You're thinking too much."I turned. Bjorn stood behind me, his face pale, his eyes bright. He was old—older than most, his fur silver, his body worn. But today, there was something different about him. Something that looked almost like peace."I was thinking about the hunt," I said. "About what it means. About what c

The Watcher's words echoed across the frozen lake, cold and sharp, cutting through the fragile peace that had settled over the camp.*The half-blood has earned her pack's love. Now let's see if she can earn her own.*I stood at the edge of the forest, Stellan's hand in mine, and felt the weight of those words settle into my bones. The pack had accepted me. The doubters had become believers. The old ones were watching, waiting, testing. But the hardest test, I realized, was the one I had to face myself."What does it mean?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "To earn my own love?"Stellan was quiet for a moment. Then: "It means to forgive yourself. To accept yourself. To believe that you are worthy of the love you've been given."I looked at the forest, at the darkness beyond, at the Watcher's fading form. "I don't know if I can."He pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me, his face buried in my hair. "Then let me help you. Let me show you. Let me love you until you believe."---