Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrayed By My Mate, Now Mated To Three : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

   Evander's POV The hour passed too quickly. I organized defenses with mechanical efficiency while my mind calculated our odds. Grim did not cover it. We were facing annihilation. The corrupted forces were better armed. Better positioned. And according to Elara, functionally impossible to kill without the kind of power Sabine had used against Vrael. Power that had nearly destroyed her in the process. But Nightbane did not retreat. We never had. And I would not start now even facing certain death. Kael worked beside me positioning archers along the eastern wall. His face was set in hard lines. Through the bond, I felt his determination mixed with fear. Not for himself. For Sabine. "We need more fighters on the southern approach." Kael pointed to a weak spot in our defenses. "That

   Sera's POV I was not going to make it in time. The creature stood at the shelter entrance. The door ripped away. Screams echoing from inside. Children. Wounded. Innocents who could not defend themselves. Kael was too far behind. The other warriors engaged elsewhere. There was only me. And I was not fast enough. But I ran anyway. Pushed my exhausted body past its limits. Ignored the burning in my lungs and the weight in my legs. Because someone had to try. Someone had to stand between that monster and the helpless. The creature stepped through the doorway. Its massive form blocked the entrance. I heard more screams. High pitched. Terrified. "Hey," I shouted. Put every ounce of command into my voice. "Over here." The creature paused. Tur

   Sabine's POV Something was wrong with the bond. I felt Riven's consciousness dive into my ancestral connection without warning. Felt him reaching for power that was not meant for living wolves. Panic flooded through me. If he went too deep, the spirits might consume him. They were hungry. Always hungry. Drawn to the warmth of living souls. "Riven, stop." I tried to pull him back through the bond. "You do not know what you are doing." But he pushed deeper. Ignored my warning. Called to the spirits with a desperation that made my chest ache. The ancestral realm responded. Power surged through channels that should not exist. The dead reaching toward the living. Pain exploded through our bond. I felt Riven crying out. Felt the spirits pulling strength from our connection to manifest. 

   Mordain's POV I underestimated them. The thought burned through my mind as Evander's blade found my ribs again. Not deep enough to kill but enough to hurt. I had expected easy prey. Scattered forces. Weak wolves who would crumble under the weight of our assault. Instead, I found coordinated resistance. Tactical brilliance. And ancestral spirits that should not exist in physical form. How did they manifest the dead? In all my centuries of existence, I had never seen such a thing. The spirits were supposed to be shadows. Whispers. Not warriors cutting through my forces like they were nothing. Evander pressed his advantage. He was smaller than me. Weaker by any measure. But he fought with precision that made strength irrelevant. Every move he made created openings for others. When he struck high, war

Kael's POVThree days after the battle and I still found blood on the stones.I knelt in the courtyard scrubbing at a particularly stubborn stain. My hands were raw. My back ached. But the work helped. Kept my mind occupied.Around me, wolves moved through cleanup with exhausted determination. Bodies needed burial. Wounded needed tending. Structural damage needs repair.The mountain looked like a war zone. Because it was.We won. That was what everyone kept saying. We defeated Mordain and scattered his corrupted army. Victory.But victory felt hollow when I counted the cost.Over a hundred warriors are dead. Dozens more were injured so severely they might never fight again. Sera lay in critical condition. The healers worked around the clock to keep her alive.And that was just the physical damage.Riven remained comatose. Trapped in whatever trance had consumed him when he called the spirits. Three days and he had not stirred. Had not woken. Just lay there breathing but absent.Sabine