บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden Under the Blood Moon: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Point of view: Kade"They're already here." Three words, and every plan we'd built for the next three weeks collapsed into nothing, because Ronan wasn't guessing. He was warning me, and warnings from him were never wrong.I didn't ask him to repeat it. I grabbed Wren's wrist and pulled her away from the railing, my wolf surging forward so fast my vision sharpened at the edges, every shadow in the training yard suddenly a possible threat instead of a familiar shape."Kade," Wren said, steady even now, "tell me what to do.""Stay behind me," I said. "Not because I doubt you. Because I need both hands free, and I can't fight well if I'm watching for you at the same time."She didn't argue. That alone told me how serious she understood this to be.I could feel her heartbeat through the wrist I still hadn't released, fast and uneven, and some small part of me wanted nothing more than to pull her into the hall, bar every door, and let the whole pack fend for itself just this once. I didn't.

Point of view: Kade"Thane is gone." Two words and my whole body went cold, because a locked cell with triple watch does not simply lose its prisoner, not unless someone inside these walls wanted him gone badly enough to risk everything."Gone how," I demanded, already moving toward the dungeons with Ronan close behind me."The cell was locked when the guard checked an hour ago," Ronan said. "Now it isn't, and there's no sign of forced entry. Whoever did this had a key.""A key," I repeated. "There are only three of those. You carry one. I carry one. My father carries the third.""I know," Ronan said grimly. "I've already accounted for mine. Yours never left your belt tonight. That leaves one possibility neither of us wants to say out loud yet."I didn't say it either. Not until I had proof standing in front of me instead of a fear I couldn't yet justify.The dungeon corridor felt colder than usual, torchlight flickering weakly against stone that had held enemies of this pack for gene

Point of view: Kade"Garrick just confessed to something none of us expected." I felt my stomach drop before Ronan even finished the sentence, because Garrick had said almost nothing since his capture, and silence that breaks all at once rarely breaks toward good news.We found him in the dungeon, seated on the edge of his cot instead of pacing like he usually did, his eyes hollow in a way that told me whatever he was about to say had cost him something to finally admit."Tell them what you told me," Ronan said quietly.Garrick looked up, and for the first time since his capture, I saw something like genuine fear behind his usual defiance. "Halric didn't just recruit Thane," he said. "He's been recruiting for years, inside every pack still bitter about the war. Coastal packs. Border packs. Anyone with an old grudge he could sharpen into loyalty.""How many," I asked."I don't know the full count," Garrick admitted. "But enough that the coastal meeting point isn't a trap for a handful

Point of view: Kade"Someone inside our own walls is still talking to him." The words tasted like ash in my mouth, because trusting the people around me had never come easily, and now even that thin trust felt like something I couldn't fully afford anymore.We pressed on toward the coast the following morning, wounded but intact, Ronan doubling his watch over every member of our party without ever saying who exactly he suspected. I noticed the way his eyes lingered on our warriors during quiet moments, cataloging small details none of the rest of us would have thought to question."You think it's one of ours," I said, riding beside him as the trees finally thinned toward open coastline."I think we can't rule it out," Ronan said carefully. "And until we know for certain, we treat every piece of information like it might already be compromised.""That's a hard way to live," I said. "Suspecting the people fighting beside you.""It's a harder way to die," Ronan said, "trusting the wrong

Point of view: Kade"Kade. Wren. You need to see this now." Selene's voice carried a sharpness I hadn't heard from her since the night she'd finally told us the full truth about Thane, and I knew before I even reached her that whatever she'd found would change everything again.We found her in the small chamber Voss had granted us for planning, a map of the eastern cliffs spread across the table, several old letters recovered from Thane's hidden collection scattered beside it. Selene's hands trembled slightly as she pointed toward a symbol drawn faintly in the corner of one letter, a broken circle exactly matching the mark she'd described days earlier."This isn't just a signature," she said. "It's a location marker. My grandmother's stories mentioned something like this, a way for those bound to the ritual to always know where their bound master gathers strength. This mark shows exactly where he intends to perform whatever ceremony he's been building toward.""The eastern cliffs," Wr