Semua Bab Mate’s revenge : Bab 51 - Bab 60

It was a subdued world. The woodland, which had previously been alive with the sound of combat, was now strangely still, as if it were also recuperating from the destruction. Together, Dominick and Lisa stood on the edge of the meadow, their emotions heavy with the fallout from their win, their bodies still feeble. The trees were softly illuminated by the morning sun, but the light seemed far away, too far away to drive away the shadows that clung to them.Every muscle in Dominick's body continued to scream in protest as it pained. The emotional toll had left its mark, his strength had been sapped, and his bond with the pack had been broken. However, there was still another element—something he was unable to precisely identify. He was still alive. They were living. However, how long?Lisa was standing next to him, her eyes heavy with fatigue and her face pallid. As she struggled to keep herself together, the traces of the power she had used flickered in her aura. The price of her sacr

The stress in the air was overwhelming. Dominick stood at the middle of the space; his eyes dark with repressed rage. The traitor knelt before him, beaten and bruised, but stubborn. Around them, the pack watched in shocked silence, their loyalty shifting as the weight of the news settled over them like a storm cloud.“Speak.” Dominick’s speech was sharp, cutting through the quiet. “Tell them what you told me. Tell them why you did it.”The traitor Alec, a warrior Dominick had trusted for years lifted his head, his lip curling into a smirk despite the blood trickling down his chin.“I did it because you failed us,” Alec spat, his voice dripping with venom. “You and Lisa. You brought this darkness upon us. Anabella, the Obsidian Stone, Varek it’s all because of you. The pack is hurting because of your choices.”Gasps rippled through the crowd, and Dominick’s fists clenched at his sides. His chest heaved with anger, but he forced himself to stay calm. He couldn’t afford to lose control.

The moon hung low in the sky, sending an eerie glow over the area where the packs had gathered. Dominick stood at the middle, his broad shoulders straight, his eyes searching the faces around him. Wolves from different areas, different families, different loyalties they were all here, but the anxiety in the air was obvious.The growls, the whispers, the suspicion it was a storm growing just beneath the surface. Uniting them was going to be harder than Dominick had thought.“These aren’t warriors,” Marcus whispered under his breath, standing beside Dominick. “They’re fighters, sure, but fighters without loyalty to each other. This won’t hold.”“It has to,” Dominick answered, his jaw tightening. “If we don’t stand together, we’re as good as dead.”Lisa stepped forward, her presence dominant despite the tiredness etched into her features. Her gaze swept over the crowd, her words cutting through the unrest like a blade.“We didn’t come here to fight each other,” she started, her tone calm

There was anarchy on the battlefield. The crackling of magic and the screams of wolves were obscured by the heavy dust and smoke in the air. Standing in the middle of it all, Lisa's body shook as her power flitted wildly all around her. The sheer power of the wolf spirit's energy she had let loose caused the ground beneath her feet to quake and fracture.Eryndor stumbled in the distance, struggling to control his magic while his dark robe billowed. Lisa was now aware of the fissures in his authority. The cost of it all was oppressive, but the tide was turning."Lisa!" The desperation in Dominick's gruff voice cut through the fog.When she turned and saw him approaching her, her heart leaped. His movements were slower than normal, and his face was stained with blood, giving him a beaten appearance. She was aware that he was straining himself beyond his breaking point.She screamed, "Dominick!" and started to approach him, but he stopped her in her tracks with a raised hand.With a hars

“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” Lisa’s voice was tight, the weight of the choice pressing down on her chest like an anchor. She looked at Marcus and Chelsea, both of them walking beside her, their faces as determined as they were worried.Marcus nodded, his jaw clenched. “We have no choice. Dominick’s life rests on it.” His words were simple, but they held the seriousness of the trip ahead.“I’m not backing down,” Chelsea added, her eyes sharp with resolve. “We’ll get through this. Together.”Lisa swallowed hard, trying to push the fear down, but it kept creeping back. The holy lands they were about to enter were nothing like the pack’s area. This was unexplored, dangerous, and full of old magic, the kind that could twist reality itself. The land ahead was unknown, the trees rising over them like quiet sentinels, their limbs bent and knotted. Every step felt like they were being watched.“This place... it doesn’t feel right,” Lisa whispered, as a chill ran down her spine.Marcus