A Traitor To Memory Mga Nobela at Kwento

She disappeared down the road. It was too late for regret. Regret meant nothing when it showed up after the damage was done. A month passed before we heard about them again. Lyris lost a leg in the crash. The baby she had abandoned during her escape—her own child—died alone at home from starvation. She was found guilty of treason for siding with the rogues and betraying her own kind. The judges of the Kingdom of Volvia sentenced her to death, carried out with the harshest punishment allowed.

I asked him and he looks at the flickering light in my room. "Who it was or who they were". He muttered to himself and I scowled. "You just said you found a traitor, who was it? a traitor mean one person, traitors mean more than one. Which is it, Reece?" I asked and he laughed. "It was one person, at first, then it became two. And although the second person isn't directly a traitor he is an accomplice." he said and I stopped pushing him to reply, he looked like he was in the middle of a conversation with himself so I let him be.

But the traitor had made one mistake. They believed I would doubt myself. They were wrong. I would strip Blood Moon down to bone if I had to. And when the traitor finally showed their face… There would be no mercy left to give.

Jia 's pov I could not believe it. How could he sell girls of his own tribe? That Tane was a bloody traitor just like Tyler. Tane. Tyler. Traitor. Has ' T ' got anything to do with traitors? I will never trust anyone whose name starts with 'T' from now on. These traitors should not be shown any mercy, they should be killed because they never learn. Those who can cheat their own people cannot be forgiven. They are leeches that suck faith and trust out of us.

"The man I tortured, he was the traitor I told you about. He was the gamma of your father, and his betrayal led to the White Moon pack gaining control of the city." A heavy silence descended upon us as his words hung in the air. The realization dawned upon me, a mix of understanding and conflicting emotions swirling within me. The treachery that had shattered our pack, the loss that had haunted us for so long—it had all been orchestrated by this very man.

I hadn’t seen him since the day I was banished. He walked slowly toward me. Each step was strong and steady. His eyes were cold, but calm. He didn’t smile. He didn’t shout. He just looked at me like I was nothing. Like I was trash. “Jeremy,” he said. “Look at you now.” I stood slowly. My legs trembled. “Alpha.” “You were one of my most trusted men,” he said. “Do you remember that?” “Yes,” I said, my voice low. “When the pack turned against you… when everyone said you were a traitor, what did I do?”

A key. "You should not have trusted me," the traitor said in the vision. Lyra reached into the water without thinking. The image changed one last time. It showed the traitor’s face clearly this time. Someone she knew. Someone from the present. The face looked back at her with cold eyes.

"I am sure you all remember how I used to roll out orders. I commanded all of you. You were all at my beck and call." The guards shoved him hard. " Now, roll out orders to the cold floor and rats that will soon come feast on you." Garrett stumbled, catching himself on the wall. The chains on his wrists clinked. The guard closest to him spat: "Do you even know why you are here? Have you even reflected on your evil past?" "Why should I reflect on the past? I am a man who forges ahead." “Since you are still in denial, let me break it down for you. You are here because you are a traitor.”

I said. Silence snapped through the room. Travis looked away Mara looked at the ceiling like she had expected that one. Luca watched Dante and Dante watched me. “You keep saying that.” He said quietly. “Because you keep forgetting it.” I said. “I don’t forget anything about you.” He said as he stepped closer. But this time he stopped before the distance disappeared completely. It felt wrong. Soft and sharp at the same time. I looked away first and I hated myself for it. “Then remember this. The traitor is not going to look like a monster. They are going to look useful. Loyal. Necessary.” I said.

“One by one. I don’t care if they’ve sworn loyalty for years, if even one of them so much as flinches under questioning, I’ll know.” Roman nodded grimly. “I’ll handle it.” His tone promised broken bones if he had to drag the truth out of them himself. I paced to the far end of the warehouse, the echo of my boots bouncing off the walls. This wasn’t the first time someone slipped through the cracks. The delivery man had been freed under our noses just enough to attack me, and now Erin. Both times, it pointed to the same ugly truth, there was a traitor in my pack. My chest tightened, rage flaring hot and bitter. I hated traitors more than rogues. Rogues at least had the guts to stand against us