Todos los capítulos de Where the Pack Ends: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

"Get off me before I rip your throat out!" I snarled, my inner wolf thrashing against my ribs as I slammed my palms against the heavy steering wheel of the territory cruiser.Astinos Silverclaw jolted upright, his eyes bleary and flashing a startled amber in the dim light of the dashboard. He checked his wrist console, his dark brow furrowing into a deep scowl. "It is three in the morning, Gorgo. Why the hell are you screaming in my ear instead of sleeping?"I rubbed my tired eyes, the faint silver mark on my forearm pulsing with exhaustion. "Astinos, I need you to drive me back to the Silverclaw Dominion Tower immediately."Checking my comm-stone, I felt a knot of dread tighten in my stomach. No missed signals. No urgent pack mind-links. Absolute silence. What were the dominion workers in the Moonscribe Guild doing? They knew our public release was at risk, yet not a single wolf had reached out."Please, Astinos, it is urgent. I have to reach the tower."Astinos slumped back against

"Did you truly think you could escape the wrath of the Silverclaw Throne?" Leonidas Argyros growled, his golden Alpha eyes flaring with absolute fury as his heavy grip dragged me down the stone corridor of the Argyros Citadel."I am not escaping anything, Leonidas!" I choked out, my voice raspy and raw from the freezing pool water still trapped in my lungs. "I did not push your grandmother!"He slammed me against the cold iron doors of the Council War Room, his massive frame trapping me completely, his scent of crushed pine and raw storm ozone suffocating my senses. "The Moon Scribes are outside this fortress demanding blood, Gorgo. My Pack Elders want you bound in silver chains and thrown into the lowest dungeons of Sparta Moonhaven!""Then let them try!" My wolf roared beneath my skin, thrashing against the suppression of his overwhelming Alpha aura. "The brake on her wheelchair was shattered before I even touched it! Someone sabotaged the Matriarch, Leonidas—someone who wanted to s

"You shouldn't be standing out here in the biting wind, Gorgo," Astinos murmurs, pulling his dark wool coat closer against the mountain chill as we stand before the secluded burial ground.The graveyard rests beneath the heavy branches of an ancient weeping willow, its mottled shadows shielding the smooth white stone from the harsh noon sun just as the Matriarch always preferred quiet and seclusion.My fingers tremble as I touch the polished engraving of her name, the cold stone biting into my skin while a heavy lump forms in my throat."I still see her falling, Astinos," I whisper, my voice breaking as hot tears spill over my lashes and splash against the dark earth. "If my wolf hadn't been so weak, if I had reached her a second faster, she wouldn't be lying under this dirt."Astinos crouches down beside me, his strong hand gripping my shoulder with steady, grounding pressure."It was not your fault, little wolf," he says gently, his amber eyes reflecting deep sorrow. "You fought the

"You should not be riding in his carriage, Gorgo," Astinos Silverclaw growls, his broad shoulder pressing hard against the obsidian door of our transport as his amber eyes burn with a dark, territorial fury.I ignore him, my fingers tracing the cold, ancient parchment Stelios Thornfang had shoved into my hands moments before our carriages separated.The heavy transport glides smoothly down the dark mountain highway toward the Mooncrest Residences, the rhythmic thrum of the engine doing nothing to calm the wild, frantic beating of my heart.Astinos reaches across the cabin, his warm, calloused fingers wrapping around my wrist and pulling the black silk wrapper away to reveal the yellowed, blood-sealed document beneath."The First Wolf King's lineage pact," Astinos breathes out, his expression turning sharp as obsidian glass. "Where in the name of the Moon Goddess did you get this?""Stelios gave it to me," I whisper, my eyes scanning the faded ink script written in the unmistakable han

"Gorgo, if you don't come out of that changing room in the next ten seconds, I'm dragging you out myself."Nyra's voice cut through the thin curtain like a blade. I stared at my reflection in the polished silver mirror, my wolf stirring restlessly beneath my skin. The bikini clung to curves I usually hid beneath loose tunics and leathers. Moonstone beads woven into the fabric caught the lantern light, making me look like something sacred.Something worth hunting."I look ridiculous," I muttered."You look like a Luna," Elara said from somewhere beyond the curtain. "Now get out here before every unmated wolf in Sparta Moonhaven catches your scent and comes running."My wolf, Silvara, perked up at that. She liked the idea of being chased. I hated it.I pushed through the curtain.The Moonstone Tavern's upper deck sprawled before me, crowded with noble pack members celebrating the autumn Moon Feast. Lanterns strung from wooden beams cast everything in amber and silver. The air smelled of