Semua Bab FROZEN BONDS: THE HALF-BLOOD'S MATE: Bab 81 - Bab 83

The snow fell softly on the camp, covering the scars of battle, hiding the blood that had been spilled, softening the edges of grief that still cut deep. Three days had passed since Ronan had drawn his final breath. Three days since the pack had howled their victory. Three days since the world had begun to learn what peace felt like.The morning was gray and cold, the sky heavy with clouds that promised more snow before nightfall. Wolves moved through the camp with quiet purpose, their voices low, their steps careful. The celebration was over. What remained was the harder work of mourning.Lyra stood at the edge of the clearing where the funeral pyres had burned. The ground was still blackened, the snow melted away in a wide circle, leaving bare earth that smelled of smoke and ash and something older. Loss. She could taste it in the air, feel it settling into her bones like the cold that never quite left this place.Bjorn's pyre had been the largest. The Elder h

The camp was in chaos when Lyra pushed through the entrance. Wolves ran in every direction, their voices sharp with alarm, their bodies tense with the expectation of violence. Fires had been knocked over in the confusion, sending sparks into the night sky. Tents had been trampled, supplies scattered. The prisoners were gone.Dag met her at the center of the clearing, his face pale beneath the grime of battle. "They escaped about an hour ago. We tried to stop them, but there were too many. Kael organized the breakout. He knew exactly where the guards would be, when they would change shifts. He planned this."Lyra looked around at the chaos, at the wolves who were still searching, still shouting, still trying to regain control. "How many got away?"Dag's jaw tightened. "All of them. Every prisoner we were holding."Stellan moved to stand beside her, his body tense, his eyes scanning the darkness beyond the camp. "They couldn't have gone far. The mountains a