جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 30

ELENA’S POV The silence inside the carriage was thick, broken only by the steady drum of rain against the wooden roof and the shallow breaths escaping Kaelen’s throat. My hand remained anchored to the hilt of the silver dagger in my boot. My thumb stroked the smooth metal, my eyes locked onto Kaelen’s rigid silhouette against the small viewport. Outside, the commander of the executioners did not back down. The purple crystal tracker in his hand hummed aggressively, casting a violet glow across the wet gravel of the western bridge. "With all due respect, Alpha King Kaelen," the commander’s booming voice cut through the rain. "The High Council’s orders are absolute. A treasonous entity has breached the subterranean vaults and stolen foundational state documents. The tracker is flaring right at your wheel axis. Open the door for a full inspection, or we will be forced to disable the transport." "You dare threaten my line?" Kaelen snarled. He leaned half his body out of the view

ELENA’S POV No one looked back at the fallen king. At a single, silent nod from Nikolai, his elite guard formed a wall around me, effectively blotting Kaelen’s kneeling form out from my sight. "Elena..." Kaelen’s desperate cry was choked out by a fresh fit of coughing as the spiritual backlash of the severed bond continued to drain his life force. "Elena... please... don't go..." Nikolai kept his left hand firmly against the small of my back, guiding me toward a heavy, armor-plated northern transport wagon waiting just fifty yards down the mountain pass. Alpha Silas held the heavy iron door open, his weathered face tight with relief as I stepped inside. The moment Nikolai climbed in behind me, the heavy door slammed shut. Crack. Nikolai sat on the bench opposite me. He leaned his massive iron greatsword against the bulkhead, his piercing eyes tracking my movements with an intense gravity. He reached into his leather vest and pulled out a small, crystal flask filled with a

ELENA’S POV The heavy scent of burning pine wood and wet iron hung over the narrow mountain pass. The three thousand warriors of the Broken Fang pack had already begun to move, their massive silhouettes disappearing into the freezing fog like a phantom army. They moved in perfect synchronization, their ironwood spears angled low as we approached the rocky border that separated the neutral territory from the Western Kingdom. Nikolai walked right beside me, his iron greatsword resting over his shoulder, his boots crushing the frozen mud beneath his weight. "Our advanced scouts have already cleared the first two Western border watchtowers, Elena. Richard’s primary forces are still stationed near the Citadel borders, expecting a legal battle from the High Council. The back door is wide open." "Then we make sure he never gets a chance to close it," I replied flatly. Suddenly, my inner shadow wolf let out a defensive growl deep within my mind. My eyes snapped toward the dark, windin

ELENA’S POV The silver Eclipse signet ring on my finger was our only source of light. It pulsed with a steady, smoky silver glow that sliced through the suffocating blackness of the brick-lined tunnel, illuminating the path for the twenty-five hundred northern shadow warriors wading in single file behind me. Their ironwood spears clinked softly against the masonry, a terrifying sound like a ticking clock counting down the final minutes of the Bloodmoon dynasty. "The brickwork is changing from mountain stone to finished mortar," Nikolai murmured, his massive frame shifting easily through the current beside me. His eyes scanned the darkness ahead like a predator charting a new hunting ground. "We are directly beneath the palace foundations, Elena." "The service junction is just fifty yards ahead," Brandon whispered from my left. "The main drainage pipe for the royal scullery connects directly to this channel. The iron grate is rusted out from decades of kitchen grease and lye. It

ELENA'S POV The tyrant didn't even have the breath to answer my final threat. I didn't give him a chance to recover his dignity. With a brutal motion, I slammed the ancient, blood-stamped Treaty of the Western Kingdoms directly onto his lap. The centuries-old parchment unrolled across his knees with a loud crack. "Read it, Richard," I commanded. "Read the words you murdered my mother to hide. Tell whatever gods are left listening that your entire lineage is a lie. You were never kings. You were just thieves wearing stolen gold." Richard looked down at the glowing parchment, his eyes tracking the ancient script he had spent a lifetime trying to erase from history. He knew exactly what this meant. If this document was revealed to the global Alpha summit, the Bloodmoon dynasty wouldn't just lose their territory—they would be branded as lawless rogues, stripped of their titles, and hunted by every pack on the continent. For a second, I expected him to scream. I expected the arrog