《Reborn to Defy Fate》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

DamonThe forest has never been this quiet. Even the wind holds its breath as I watch from the shadows. Killian moves through the clearing like something born of the light, commanding, steady and unshaken. The warriors part for him with instinctive reverence. Lyra walks beside him, and the sound of her laughter slices through me like a blade sharpened on my own bones.She never did laugh that way for me.Not in this life. Not ever since I took her from Killian.I should have expected it, her choosing him. I should have known that no matter how many times I burned everything for her, the universe would still twist her heart toward the one man who she didn’t deserve. But watching them now… it feels like dying all over again.Killian’s hand brushes against hers as they stop to inspect the new perimeter traps. My traps. My designs. The same formations I once built for the Ether Pack when I was a warrior in the pack, before she betrayed me and gave my secrets to him. Now they use them agai

DamonThe spell tasted like rust and ash when I swallowed it.Morwen’s words still clung to my skull: “You will walk unseen, but the world will see through you.” I didn’t understand what she meant until the wind began to move through me instead of around me. My shadow no longer obeyed my feet. I had become less man and more echo.Perfect.The forest outside the Ether border was a cathedral of silence. My breath made no fog, my scent left no trace. Even the wolves patrolling the perimeter lifted their noses, confused, unable to catch what stalked between the trees. The wards Lyra had strengthened shimmered faintly in the night air; silver lines drawn through leaves and bark, but when I reached out, the symbols didn’t burn me. The witch’s powder on my skin hummed like a key in the lock.And the lock turned.I slipped through.The Ether Pack slept wrapped in the illusion of safety. Torches burned low along the walls, the scent of damp earth and steel lingering. They thought themselves cl

LyraSomething felt wrong long before the scream left my throat.It began as a whisper, a shift in the air, so soft I almost dismissed it. The kind of wrong that doesn’t roar, but lingers… waiting.Killian was already asleep beside me. His breathing was steady, slow, a rhythm I had learned by heart. But tonight, it sounded off. Too even. Too quiet. Like it was rehearsed.The fire in the hearth had long since dimmed to embers, and the moon hung low outside the window, a pale, watchful eye. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, uneasy.Wake him up, Thalia whispered.I reached for him. My hand hovered just above his chest, but then, hesitation. Fear, maybe. Fear of what I might find if I touched him.I forced myself to lay my palm flat against his heartbeat.It was there. Strong. Warm. Real.And yet… faintly distant.Like listening through glass.All day, that same tension had been gnawing at me.At breakfast, he had smiled, but it hadn’t reached his eyes. He had spoken gently, kindly, but so

KillianThe forest breathed with life that night.Every branch shimmered under the pale wash of moonlight; every leaf seemed to hum with the same nervous anticipation that thrummed through my veins. The Ether looked alive, rivers glowing faintly, fireflies hovering like sparks over water, the distant mountains whispering songs of blessing. It was the night of our coming-of-age ceremony.And I, Killian, was standing at the edge of the clearing, heart hammering against my ribs, waiting for the Moon Goddess to decide my fate.But deep down, I already knew.Because she was there.Lyra.She stood at the heart of the circle, where the moonlight was brightest, wearing a gown white as frost, her dark hair tumbling loose like midnight rain. The soft glow of torches kissed her skin, and her eyes, gods, those eyes… they had always been trouble for me. Too bright. Too alive.When she turned her head, just slightly, the world tilted.I remembered every stupid, restless heartbeat I had ever had aro

KillianThe world ended in fragments.Not in a single explosion or a scream, but in a thousand disjointed moments; smoke curling through broken windows, the copper taste of blood in the air, the weight of a dying brother against my chest. The Ether pack had always been proud, disciplined, loyal, strong, but that night, all that pride scattered like ashes in the wind.I could not tell when the sky began to burn. One moment, the moon glowed silver above the treeline; the next, it was drowned in smoke and fire. Shapes moved through the darkness, wolves I once called kin, now twisted by vengeance. I heard the crack of bones, the tearing of flesh, the shrieks of women who had never known war until now.“Hold the line!” Someone shouted.But the line had already broken.My boots slipped on blood-slick ground as I dragged a wounded warrior toward safety. The boy, Rylan, barely sixteen, gurgled something that might have been “Alpha,” before his breath stilled. I froze, the sound hollowing out