Semua Bab The Rogue Healer's Secret: Bab 91 - Bab 100

The palace glittered beneath a canopy of stars. Thousands of crystal lanterns hung from the balconies, their soft silver light dancing across polished marble floors. The grand ballroom had been transformed into a moonlit paradise; white roses, moon lilies, and silver ribbons decorated every pillar, while musicians tuned their instruments at the far end of the hall.Tonight was the Moonlight Ball. It was an ancient Blackthorn tradition where every member of the royal pack celebrated the blessing of the Moon Goddess. For many, it was simply another celebration.For Killian... it was the anniversary of the night he had first asked Seraphina to dance.Killian stood outside the ballroom, adjusting the cuffs of his black ceremonial jacket for what felt like the tenth time."You look terrified." Kael leaned against the doorway with a grin."I'm not terrified.""No?""No."Kael folded his arms. "You're wearing two different gloves."Killian looked down. Sure enough, one glove was black and th

The golden morning sunlight poured beautifully through the stained-glass windows of the grand Royal Healing Wing, casting vibrant hues of amber and violet across the pristine stone floors.The busy corridors were already crowded with activity. Healers moved gracefully from room to room, carrying woven baskets of fresh herbs, clean linen bandages, and steaming bowls of aromatic medicines. Patients filled every single available bed—some had traveled for grueling days across treacherous terrain, while others had crossed entire hostile pack territories the moment they heard the miraculous news: Lady Seraphina had finally returned to Blackthorn Palace.Seraphina stood quietly beside a young, eager apprentice, patiently demonstrating the delicate art of preparation. "Gently," she instructed softly, guiding the girl's hands. "If you rush the grinding process, the moonroot overheats, and the medicine loses its primary strength."The apprentice nodded eagerly, absorbing every word. "I understa

The ancient palace bells rang out long before the first rays of sunrise broke over the horizon.Their deep, melodic chimes echoed powerfully across the rolling hills of Blackthorn, carrying a solemn royal summons to every noble lord, territory Alpha, palace healer, and ordinary citizen within the kingdom's borders. Word spread through the waking streets like wildfire: the High Royal Council had been abruptly called into an extraordinary session, and the Alpha King himself had specifically requested the attendance of every regional pack leader.No one outside the inner circle knew the true reason for the sudden assembly. Anxious rumors swept frantically through the capital city before the morning fires could even be lit."Has another rival eastern kingdom declared war?""Has the young prince undergone his first physical shift?""Is there another dark threat lurking beyond the northern borders?"Only one person knew the absolute truth.Seraphina.She stood entirely alone in the quiet sa

The Kingdom of Blackthorn had officially entered a golden era entirely unlike any in its turbulent history.For the first time in several decades, the massive iron palace gates remained wide open from the first light of sunrise until the fading colors of sunset. Prosperous merchants from numerous neighboring kingdoms filled the capital city's bustling open-air markets, shouting their wares. Children laughed completely free of terror in streets that had once been heavily haunted by suspicion and fear.The Moonstone Sanctuary project had quickly become a magnificent beacon of hope, welcoming weary, broken wolves from every distant corner of the continental territories. And every single evening, as the blazing sun dipped slowly below the jagged mountain peaks, the ordinary people looked toward the illuminated palace balcony with a profound sense of gratitude.It was not because they feared the absolute power of their rulers. It was because they trusted them implicitly.Early that morning

The dawn over Blackthorn broke with a breathtaking, absolute serenity.Golden sunlight spilled gracefully across the high stone palace towers, painting the entire kingdom in warm, vibrant hues of amber and gold. The sprawling forests rustled gently with the arrival of the crisp morning breeze, and the distant, melodic howls of territorial wolves echoed beautifully through the valleys. They did not ring out as frantic warnings of danger, but rather as peaceful, joyful greetings to another magnificent day.If an outside traveler had looked upon the vast lands of Blackthorn from afar, they would have genuinely believed it was a legendary kingdom completely untouched by sorrow or strife.But inside the stone walls of the palace...Every single mind was quietly thinking about the heavy weight of the prophecy.Killian stood entirely alone on the high, arched eastern balcony, his golden eyes staring fixedly toward the distant, jagged mountain peaks.His large, calloused hands rested heavily