Semua Bab Eclipse of the Pack: Bab 91 - Bab 100

POV: Lucan The moon cast its pale glow over the Royal Compound, but the shadows seemed heavier tonight, stretching long and ominous against the stone walls. The air was thick with a tension I couldn’t shake, the kind that seeped into my bones and whispered of unseen dangers.Something was wrong.I stood in the dimly lit council chamber, my claws tapping against the surface of the wooden table. The earlier meeting had been its usual chaos—a cacophony of voices filled with doubt and distrust. Vrax’s empty chair loomed over it all, his absence as loud as a war drum.Merrin had urged caution, Eldrin had spoken of unity, and I had held firm, trying to project strength. But I could feel it: the pack was splintering. Vrax was at the center of it, his insubordination rippling through the ranks like a sickness.The heavy doors creaked open, and Eldrin stepped inside, his expression unreadable but grim. His silver hair caught

POV: Mira The sound of distant thunder rumbled through the air, though the sky was clear. It wasn’t a storm—it was Kael’s forces. The rhythmic pounding of boots against the earth, the grinding of metal wheels, the steady hum of siege machines. They were coming, and this time, they wouldn’t stop.I stood at the ridge’s edge, scarf pulled tight around my face to block the biting wind. Below, the old factory district sprawled like a field of jagged teeth. Rusted and broken, it was the battleground we’d chosen—a place of ruin where we might stand a chance against Kael’s growing army.Behind me, Lucan approached. His footsteps were careful but decisive, his presence as steady as the tension coiled in my chest.“They’re closer t

POV: LucanThe council chamber thrummed with anticipation, every breath balanced between urgency and hesitation. Wolves from across Newhaven—loyalists and doubters alike—filled the room, their eyes heavy with the news that had pulled them here: Kael’s army was on the march, and Vrax had betrayed us.I stood at the head of the table, my claws resting lightly on its polished surface. Usually, the chamber vibrated with snarling debates and smoldering distrust, but now a watchful silence reigned.“This is no time for doubt,” I began, my voice steady and clear. “Kael and Vrax are coming for Newhaven with rogues, defectors, and humans fed up with the rebellion. Their goal isn’t merely control—it’s annihilation. Everything we’ve built will be ashes if we let them have their way.”A tense murmur spread through the crowd. Many eyes burned with agreement, while others flickered with raw uncertainty. Vrax’s betrayal was still fresh, an open wound no one could ignore.Suddenly, Toran stood—his br

POV: Lucan The battlefield was hushed, the eerie silence broken only by the whisper of the cold wind carrying the scent of blood, ash, and betrayal. The horizon burned faintly with the remnants of Kael’s siege, but now his forces stood motionless—a dark line of soldiers and rogues waiting just beyond the broken walls of Newhaven.The challenge had come at twilight.Kael stood alone in the clearing, his massive frame framed by the dying sun. The jagged edges of his dark armor caught the light, making him look like a shadow torn from the world itself. His voice carried across the empty expanse, sharp and mocking.“Lucan!” he roared, his tone laced with disdain. “Come out, Alpha! Or will you cower behind your humans and your fractured pack?”The wolves around me stirred, their unease palpable. The ancient laws of the pack hung heavy in the air—an alpha’s challenge could not be ignored. Kael

POV: Mira The aftermath of the battle was quieter than I expected, but it wasn’t a peaceful silence. It was the kind that hung heavy in the air, thick with grief, exhaustion, and the weight of everything we had lost. The streets of Newhaven were littered with debris—shattered barricades, discarded weapons, and the bodies of those who had fought and fallen.I walked through the Human Quarters, my boots crunching against the broken glass scattered across the pavement. The faces of the survivors told the story of the battle better than any report ever could. They looked hollow, their eyes sunken and their expressions raw. But in those faces, I also saw something else: determination.The humans and wolves who remained weren’t ready to give up. Not yet.At the edge of the Quarters, Selene sat on a pile of rubble, wrapping a bandage around her arm. Blood seeped through the white fabric, but she barely seemed to notice. Her sharp