Todos los capítulos de The Alpha My Sister Wanted: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Maren and I had barely reached the family corridor when the pack link broke apart again.South passage. Move them now.Another voice cut across it.Lower east breach. Infirmary receiving passage exposed.Then three more wolves tried to speak at once.I stopped walking.Fear hit first.Children crying behind a closed door. A woman trying to keep her voice steady. Someone asking whether the old family shelter was still secure.Then another thread.Quieter.Pain.A healer breathing too fast.A man who was not saying anything at all.Maren looked at me.“What are you hearing?”Not what should we do.What was I hearing?I shut my eyes for half a second and reached.The frightened voices from the old family shelter were loud enough to drown everything else.Aurora? We were told to move. The west corridor is closed. Where do we go?I found the woman who had spoken.Where are you now?Inside the old family shelter. Twelve adults. Six children.“Stay there.”Maren was already watching me.“The

“Victor contacted her directly.”That got me dressed faster than any alarm had.I pulled my shirt over my head and found my boots while Ezra reached for his. He moved more carefully than he had before Harwick knocked. The bandage around his ribs had survived our attempt at forgetting the war for half an hour, but only just.Harwick waited in the corridor.“How?” Ezra asked.“Written message. It came through one of the old emergency relays.”My hands stopped on the laces.“Inside the pack house?”“Inside Black Moon territory,” Harwick said. “That is all we know yet.”Of course it was.Victor had lost his magic.He had not lost every door he had spent years building.We followed Harwick to the small operations room off the main hall.Darius stood over a map covered in stones and marked strips of paper. Maren was beside him. Vivian stood at the other end of the table with a folded page in front of her.She looked composed.Too composed.I knew that version of her. It was the one that app

Harwick’s next report gave us nothing.Runner still moving west. No confirmed second contact.Darius answered through the link.Keep watching. Do not close distance.Victor had Vivian’s answer.We still did not know what he intended to do with it.I had barely finished thinking that when another voice cut through the pack link.Alpha. Lower court transfer just activated.Darius looked up from the map.“Who ordered it?”A pause.Nobody.Vivian was already moving.“That is impossible.”The guard answered.Four interior guards have left second hall for infirmary escort. Two reserves are moving from the central shelter to cover the old family shelter.Vivian reached the duty slate before anyone else.“Those are automatic transfers.”Ezra pushed himself upright from the chair.“Why?”“Medical overflow and shelter release.”She scanned the page.“If the infirmary requests additional escort while one of the protected shelters reports stable capacity, the nearest available internal guards red

Black Moon Ridge had another door.Harwick did not touch it.He moved the remaining crates away while two guards checked the stone on either side. The narrow iron panel was barely wide enough for one person to pass through. Its edges had been fitted so closely into the wall that I could understand how generations of wolves had walked past without seeing it.Vivian crouched near the latch.“Can it be opened from this side?” Darius asked.“Yes.”“Do not.”Harwick glanced at him.“We may lose whoever is using it.”“We may also open an unknown route into the infirmary corridor,” Darius said. “Two guards here. Two at the crossing. Nobody enters until we know what is waiting beyond it.”The pack link opened before Harwick could answer.West boundary. Six wolves in the trees. No challenge issued.Darius focused immediately.Inside our territory?Two crossed. They stepped back when we held the line.Ezra’s voice followed from the eastern defence.They’re testing the response.Darius looked to

“There are forty-four.”For one second, nobody moved. Then Darius did.“Close the inner doors.”His voice was quiet, but it carried. Two guards moved immediately.“Do not lock the families in,” Maren said. “Hold the corridors. Nobody leaves alone.”Forty-four.I looked through the open doorway at the protected hall. Parents. Children. Older wolves. Two injured guards. A woman holding a sleeping pup against her shoulder.Forty-three of them belonged there.One did not.My mind reached instinctively for the pack link, and fear met me first. Questions. Confusion. A child crying because everyone had stopped moving. A man worried about his mate on the western line. Someone hungry. Someone furious. Someone trying very hard not to panic.I pulled back before the noise swallowed me.Ilvane steadied beneath my skin, urging me to try again.I breathed, then reached more carefully.I had made this mistake once already. Loud fear did not mean greatest danger. Quiet did not mean guilt. Emotion did