บททั้งหมดของ Bloodmoon Rising: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

I stood on the path and said nothing. Five seconds. Maybe more. Malek shifted his weight, the way he always did when the ground changed under his feet. Rhydian’s face went still. Focused and unreadable. “Kaelis,” Rhydian said. “It’s Aldric,” I told them. Nobody moved. Nobody said anything. Malek didn’t step toward me, just adjusted his stance. Rhydian just watched, looking for cracks. “You’re sure?” Rhydian said. “I heard his voice. Half a word. Enough.” I called Aldric. He answered on the second ring, all calm and composed, as if he’d practiced this moment. “Kaelis.” “Where are you?” I asked. “Northwest corridor. I’ve been here since this morning.” “Since before the door opened?” “Yes.” “So while you were on the relay, updating us, coordinating three hundred wolves, you were already here. Already talking to the seven packs.” “Yes.” I wanted to yell. Really, I did. The anger rose up, sharp and clean, but I let it drift through me instead. “Tell me why,” I said. “Becau

I messaged Soren: Don’t touch him. I’m coming. Three dots appeared, then…… The first wolf already made that decision. He can’t leave anyway. I glanced at Rhydian. He was already heading for the vehicle. “How long?” I asked. “If we hurry, two hours,” he said. I turned to Sera. “Whatever Calla told you this morning, sit on it. Don’t move, don’t share it, don’t commit to anything alliance-wise until I’m back.” I scanned the pack leaders. “All of you. I need two days.” Sera looked me over. “Two days is a lot when eleven packs are already set and three more are rolling in.” “I know,” I said. “Give me two days anyway.” She looked at her wolves, then back to me. “Fine. Two days. Be back before then.” I glanced at Calla. She was still sitting on the log, staring at me with that calm, unhurried focus. “You’re coming with me,” I said. “Am I?” she replied, sounding curious, not defiant. “You’ve got twenty years I need, and I don’t have time to dig it out bit by bit.” I met her eye. “

“What’s he saying to them?” I asked.Calla was already typing away. “I don’t have a direct line to him,” she said. “My contact at Elder hall just told me he walked in an hour ago, called himself the former future Alpha of Greycliff, and started talking.” She glanced up. “Nobody asked him to leave.”“He’s Greycliff,” Voss said from across the car. “Those packs have roots with Greycliff that go way back. Just his bloodline gets him a seat.”“So what’s he gonna tell them?” Rhydian asked. He looked at me, not Voss, like he wanted my take.“The truth,” I said. “That’s all Zevran’s got right now. His title’s gone, the pack bond is shattered, his mate….” I stopped. “He’s got his father’s memory, and forty minutes to talk to three packs who are scared out of their minds.” I turned to Calla. “Text your contact. I need to know what it feels like in that room.”She sent the message. We kept driving.Two minutes later, her phone buzzed. She read the reply. “Cautious but listening. One pack leader

My fingers flew across the screen. “I’m two minutes out. Hold on.”We hit the boundary and the car barely stopped before I jumped out, running for the treeline. Wolves were everywhere, hundreds, standing in clusters, all eyes turned to the golden light rising out of the confluence point. Some of them were crying, just like Tomas said they would. None of them moved.Rhydian and Malek were right behind me, and I felt the bond between us stretch tight. We all aimed for the same spot.One wolf met me at the edge. It just turned around and ran ahead, leading the way. I followed. The rest of the wolves didn’t block us, they didn’t even seem to notice. Their focus stayed fixed on the light.The clearing opened up ahead. The gold columns were massive, taller than anything Tomas described. They climbed out of the earth slow and steady from a dozen spots. Right in the middle, at the exact place I stood that morning, Soren sat curled up, knees tight to his chest, fists over his ears, silver ligh

"Your mother," I said."Yes," Selene answered.I just stood there in the street, trying to process everything, another shift, like all the adjustments I’d been making with Voss, with Aldric, with everyone around me whose reasons ran deeper than I’d ever bothered to see.“How?” I asked. “How did the network erase a Bloodmoon carrier so completely her own daughter never found out?”“Same way they erased Voss’s grandfather,” Selene said. “Same way they hid how Zevran’s father actually died. They’ve been doing it for four centuries. They’re experts.” She glanced at the bag on my shoulder. “But not perfect. Every so often, something survives. A page they missed redacting. A line no one noticed. A slip.” She stopped for a moment. “Three days ago, after I dumped your files on this road, after I finally sat with what I’d kept for myself, I found one.”“What did it say?”“That a wolf named Mira Vane carried the mark two generations back,” Selene said. “She was suppressed before it woke. The ne