Semua Bab MINE BEFORE THE BLOOD MOON : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Blood froze along the border line, My brother's blood. Ten years old, but the snow remembered.I knelt beside the dark stain buried beneath fresh layers of ice and frost. Most people would have seen nothing more than a patch of discolored snow. Time had done its best to erase it, but I saw it. Every winter, the mark returned,every winter the forest gave his blood back to me.My gloved fingers brushed the frozen ground. A cold bit through the leather immediately, but I didn't pull away. I remembered that day, the screams,the scent of smoke,the torn remains of the wooden fence that once separated our lands from theirs. Most of all, I remembered finding my little brother lying in the snow,motionless,silent,gone.A piece of me had died beside him that day.The rest of me had spent the last ten years hunting monsters.I pressed my palm harder against the stain "This is for you Eli," I whispered.The wind carried my words into the darkness,then I stood. The border waited only a few steps a

Red eyes gleamed between the trees, dozens of them watching, waiting, hunting, and the forest had become unnaturally silent, even the wind seemed afraid to move as every wolf in the clearing stood frozen. The Shadow Pack had arrived, my grip tightened around the silver blade, and across from me Alpha Kael’s entire body had gone rigid, the easy confidence I’d seen moments earlier gone, replaced by something far more dangerous, a predator preparing for war. "Get her out of here," one warrior growled, but another immediately shook his head, "They'll track her scent," and a third snapped, "Then we fight." A low rumble of agreement spread through the gathered wolves while the red eyes kept multiplying, one pair, five pairs, ten, and the darkness itself seemed alive.I swallowed hard because for years I had hunted monsters, and now the monsters were hunting me. The irony wasn’t lost on me as Kael slowly drew the black blade from his back, the weapon humming with strange energy, ancient sym

The journey to Kael's fortress began before dawn. No one spoke much, the battle had ended but the unease remained, and it followed us through the forest like a shadow. I rode beside a group of warriors while Kael led from the front. The crescent mark on my wrist remained hidden beneath my glove, yet I could still feel it, pulsing, alive, as though it possessed its own heartbeat. My wolf had been unusually quiet since it appeared, too quiet, and that worried me more than if she had been talking.The forest stretched endlessly around us, snow covered pines towering overhead while mist drifted between the trunks. Every now and then I caught wolves staring at me, not ordinary curiosity but fear, suspicion, some even looking angry. Wonderful. Apparently becoming a prophesied queen wasn't winning me any popularity contests. Hours later the trees began to thin, and the fortress appeared suddenly, massive stone walls rising from the mountainside, ancient towers piercing the sky, silver banner

Silver fire crackled along the stone walls and the war chamber trembled, maps fluttering from the force of my power. For a terrifying moment nobody moved, not me, not Kael. The flames reflected in his golden eyes, shock lingering there, not because of my anger but because of what my anger had done. The silver fire wasn't natural, it wasn't wolf magic, it wasn't anything the stories had prepared me for, and judging by Kael's expression he knew it. The realization only fueled my rage."You knew." My voice came out sharper this time, colder, more dangerous. Kael remained still and the silence stretched, then finally, "Yes." The single word hit harder than any lie. Something inside me shattered. Ten years, ten years of grief, ten years of blaming wolves, ten years of standing beside that bloodstain at the border, and he had known something. I took a step backward, not because I was afraid but because suddenly I couldn't stand near him. The bond immediately protested, a sharp ache spreadi

"Come and take her." Kael's words echoed across the battlefield. For one heartbeat silence followed, a terrible silence, the kind that comes just before disaster. Then the world exploded. The Hollow King raised one hand and the storm obeyed. Snow twisted violently across the mountainside, the sky darkened, lightning split the heavens, and the siege of Moon hold began. A deafening roar erupted from the wolves on the battlements as archers released their arrows, thousands of silver tipped shafts streaking through the storm. Most never reached their targets.The Hollow Kings simply lifted their hands and a wall of black mist rose from the ground. The arrows vanished into it, swallowed whole. Gasps spread through the fortress. The Hollow Kings didn't even flinch. My stomach tightened. Five, only five enemies stood beyond the gates, yet somehow they felt more dangerous than entire armies. The central king continued watching me, not the warriors, not Kael, me, as though the battle around us