บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden Under the Blood Moon: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Point of view: KadeI had lost count of how many faces I studied that night, searching for the one flicker of guilt that would tell me who had opened Thane's cell, and none of them gave me anything at all. Every face looked the same in the low torchlight, drawn tight with the same exhaustion I felt pulling at my own bones.Forty guards stood before me in the great hall past midnight, some confused, some clearly frightened, all of them waiting to learn why they had been pulled from their beds at an hour when honest men should have been asleep. Ronan moved among them slowly, his eyes cataloging every twitch and glance, every shift of weight from one foot to the other, while I stood at the front and tried not to let my exhaustion show through my voice."Someone in this room opened that cell," I said, letting the words carry easily across the stone hall, my tone deliberately even, deliberately calm. "I would rather learn who tonight, quietly, than learn it later in a way that costs more l

Point of view: KadeThe northern ridge rose cold and silent under a sky still bruised with the last hour of night, and I had never hated the weight of my own title more than I did standing at the head of a party walking my mate straight toward danger I could not yet name.Wren walked close beside me, Ronan and a handful of trusted trackers spread out ahead of us, their lanterns casting long trembling shapes across the frost covered rock. My father rode at the front with an expression carved from stone, saying nothing since we left the pack house, though I noticed the way his eyes kept drifting back toward Wren every time the path narrowed, as though some part of him was only now beginning to reckon with everything his own history had cost her family."You've been quiet," I said to her, my breath fogging in the cold air between us."I keep thinking about what Maris said," she admitted. "About the seal already being broken.""We don't know that," I said, though the worry in my own voice

Point of view: KadeThe words followed all of us the entire ride back to Ashborn territory, but I watched them settle heaviest on Wren, her shoulders tight with a weight I wished I could carry for her instead, the way I would have carried it gladly if such things could simply be handed off between two people who loved each other.I rode close behind her and Ivy, listening more than speaking, giving the two sisters what privacy I could inside a line of riders moving fast across frozen ground, our breath and our horses' breath rising together in pale clouds against the brightening sky. Elias had stayed behind at the cave with Ronan's trackers standing watch over his wound, and I could see plainly how much that separation cost Ivy even as she tried to hide it for Wren's sake.We reached the outer gates as the sisters finally slowed their pace, and I caught only fragments of their quiet conversation, enough to understand that Ivy's fear had far less to do with the danger circling us and e

Point of view: KadeLight poured upward from the fractured earth beneath Thane's feet, gold and terrible, and I felt every instinct in my body scream at me to pull Wren away from it and run, even though I already knew running would not save any of us this time."Everyone back," my father roared, though his voice barely carried over the growing roar rising from the widening crack in the ground.I fought my way through the chaos of clashing warriors, watching Wren's eyes stay fixed on the light, on the shapes beginning to form within it, shadows twisting and writhing like smoke given sudden, terrible purpose. I did not understand what was happening to her, only that something in her had gone very still, and it frightened me more than the light itself."Wren," I shouted, finally reaching her, "whatever you're feeling right now, don't trust it. Not yet."Thane stood at the very edge of the widening crack, laughing in a way that had nothing sane left in it at all, the black stone in his gr

Point of view: Kade Three weeks felt like both an eternity and no time at all as I stood on the same balcony where I had once promised Wren a proper question was coming, watching the training yard below fill slowly with warriors preparing for whatever waited at the coastal meeting point. Cody trained among them now with fierce concentration, Ronan correcting his stance with the patient discipline of someone who genuinely believed in the boy's potential. Ivy sat nearby with Elias, his wound finally healing, their heads bent close together in quiet conversation that eased something tight in my chest, watching two people finally choosing honesty over fear the way Wren and I had been forced to learn ourselves. Damian moved among the gathered warriors offering steady encouragement, a man clearly determined to prove himself worthy of the trust his children had placed in him despite every desperate mistake made along the way. Wren joined me at the railing, and I handed her a cup of warm