Semua Bab The Alpha's Vampire Mate : Bab 11 - Bab 17

Theron's POV I couldn't get the image of that wooden carving out of my head as I walked toward the edge of the pack lands, and the shovel felt heavy in my hand while I tried to avoid the main patrol paths because I didn't want to explain to anyone why the Beta was wandering around with digging tools in the middle of the night. The moon was high and bright, which was bad for someone trying to be sneaky, so I stuck to the thickest parts of the brush and kept my ears open for the sound of boots on gravel or the low chatter of guards on duty.I eventually reached the old willow tree near the riverbank where Silas had insisted we bury Keira five years ago, and the air felt colder down by the water as the wind whistled through the long, drooping branches of the tree.I stood there for a second looking at the small, flat stone with her name on it, and I felt a massive wave of guilt because digging up a friend felt like a betrayal of the highest order, but the wooden wolf in the Huntress’s

Silas's POVI made sure the hallway was completely empty before I slipped into the narrow storage closet behind the library, and I felt around for the hidden latch behind the bottom shelf until the stone wall gave way with a heavy click.I headed down the narrow stairs into the basement while my heart hammered against my ribs, because I had seen Marcus wandering around the woods earlier and I knew the clock was ticking on every lie I had ever told. The air down there was damp and smelled like wet dirt and old metal, but it was the only place in the whole pack house where Theron’s Alpha ears couldn't hear what I was doing.I walked over to the back wall and pulled a dusty velvet cloth off a tall, silver-framed mirror that didn't show my reflection, but instead showed a swirling gray mist that looked like thick smoke trapped behind the glass."Hecate, I know you’re watching, so show your face because we have a massive problem that you didn't warn me about," I barked at the glass, while

Kiera's POV I was sitting in the corner of my new room in the Alpha wing, trying to ignore the dull throb in my shoulder while I wiped the dried blood of Theron’s warriors off my knuckles with a damp cloth, because the sound of their screaming was still ringing in my ears.I didn't feel bad about breaking them, since they were the same ones who used to laugh when I was tripped in the mud five years ago, so seeing them crawl in the dirt felt like a debt finally being paid. I heard a commotion coming from the courtyard below my balcony, so I stood up and walked over to the edge to see what was happening, and I saw a lone rider on a massive gray wolf pushing through the main gates.The guards were all pointing their spears at him, but the man didn't look scared at all, and he was holding a heavy burlap sack that was dripping something dark and wet onto the cobblestones.I walked out of my room and headed down to the Great Hall because I knew Theron would be there to meet the messenger,