All Chapters of The Rise Of The Midnight Heir : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The eastern training grounds were already busy before the sun had fully risen over the sharp peaks of the Red Claw mountains.The loud noise of swords hitting wooden shields filled the air as warriors moved across the field. Their heavy boots dug into the wet dirt, while commanders stood along the edge, shouting instructions to the younger fighters.At the far side of the field, Simon stood with a practice sword in his hand, sweat dripping down his neck. He had only been awake for an hour, but he was already pushing his body through drills.It was a risky decision, and he knew it. The pack healers had told him to rest, and his father, Rogan, had ordered him to stay in bed. But sitting still was never easy for Simon.He raised his sword quickly, blocking a heavy strike. The hard hit sent a sudden pain shooting right down his arm and into his healing shoulder.Simon gritted his teeth and pushed through the pain. "Again."His training partner lowered his weapon and wiped the sweat from hi

The forest had finally fallen silent.The last giant Bloodmaw lay still beneath the trees, its massive body sprawled out across the dirt.For a long moment, no one moved.Then, the wounded werewolf warriors began to stir.Those with minor cuts and bruises were already healing, their wolf blood working beneath their skin to close up torn flesh. The deeper wounds were a different story. Healers hurried into the forest, moving from one fallen werewolf warrior to another while others carried the worst cases toward the medical tents.The battlefield slowly turned from a place of blood into a scene of recovery.In the middle of it all stood Kaelen.His sword hung loosely in his hand. His breathing was steady and calm as he looked over the dead creatures.Rogan walked up to him.For a few seconds, the older werewolf warrior didn't say anything. His eyes moved from the massive monster lying at Kaelen's feet to the bloody blade in Kaelen's hand.Then he looked Kaelen in the eye."You've certain

The Luna Sanctum remained exactly as Kaelen had left it.The ancient stone had stopped halfway through its movement, leaving behind a narrow, dark opening in the wall. It was not wide enough for several wolves to enter at once, but it was wide enough to see through.The old shaman stood before it, his apprentices gathered behind him. None of them dared to step any closer than necessary.For years, they had studied the Sanctum. For years, they had tried to understand its seals, its carved symbols, and the strange force surrounding it. Nothing had ever worked.Yet tonight, one of its ancient stones had moved.The shaman slowly stepped forward. He did not touch the stone. He simply leaned toward the opening and peered inside.A faint glow caught his attention, and his eyes narrowed.There, carved deep into the ancient wall, was a symbol. It was glowing with a quiet, golden light.The shaman’s breathing slowed as he recognized the crest."That crest..." he murmured.One of his apprentices

The eastern training grounds were almost empty when Simon finally lowered his sword.His breathing was heavy, and sweat ran down his face despite the cool morning breeze coming off the mountains. His body was still recovering from his wounds, but the terrible weakness he had felt a few days ago was slowly disappearing.Rogan stood across from him on the dirt, watching his son closely with his arms crossed over his chest.Simon finally broke the silence, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Father..."Rogan raised an eyebrow. "What is on your mind?""That stranger," Simon said, looking down at his blade.Rogan knew immediately who he meant. "Kane."Simon nodded slowly. "The way he fights... it's unbelievable."There was no praise in Simon's voice this time. Instead, there was something far heavier, a quiet, dangerous tension."How was he able to stand against those Bloodmaws alone?" Simon asked, his jaw tight. "That was the largest group of monsters I've ever seen step into R

Simon stood alone in the deep shadow of the eastern wall, staring into the cold darkness of the night.He had not slept a single second.Every time he closed his eyes, the exact same image burned into his mind. Selene's arms wrapped tightly around Kane. Her lips pressed desperately against his. The gentle, protective way Kane held her as if she already belonged to him completely.Simon's hands slowly curled into tight, trembling fists.For years, Simon had stayed by her side. He had guarded her, fought for her, and buried his feelings so deep inside himself that it hurt to breathe. He had spent years waiting for the right time to tell her how he felt.And then Kane showed up.A stray. A nobody from nowhere.In less than a month, this stranger had taken the one thing Simon had spent his entire life wishing for.Simon let out a breath. "No." His voice was barely a whisper. "I won't accept this."He began to pace back and forth on the dirt path.He knew that fighting Kane directly was stu