Chapter: Chapter Eleven – After the FireThe sun rose bloody over the hills.Mira crouched near a shallow creek, rinsing the blood from her hands. Her reflection in the water shimmered, unfamiliar. Her face was the same, but her eyes, no longer hollow.Now, they burned.Behind her, Grey kept watch as Liam helped their father settle against a tree trunk. The man looked barely conscious, but alive. Mira couldn’t stop glancing at him, torn between relief and dread.“You did it,” Liam murmured. “You broke the chains.”“No,” Mira said softly. “The pendant did. Our mother’s magic.”Grey stepped closer, his eyes flicking to the healing wound on her side. “You need stitches.”“I’ll heal.”“Still. Sit.”She did.Grey knelt in front of her, pulling gauze and antiseptic from his kit. As he cleaned the wound, she hissed but didn’t flinch.“How are you not panicking right now?” she asked him.“You mean after watching you transform into the most powerful wolf I’ve ever seen?”She smirked faintly.He wrapped her side carefully. “I’m panick
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Chapter: Chapter Ten – The AwakeningThe sound that ripped from Mira’s throat wasn’t human.It wasn’t even hers, not entirely.Her wolf had been silent for years, buried under layers of control and self-denial. But now, under the blood-stained trees and her father’s agonized scream, it surged up like a storm breaking through her bones.A second howl; low, ancient, furious, echoed from her chest, vibrating through the stone circle.Valda’s smile faltered.“Oh,” she whispered. “There you are.”Mira didn’t remember moving.One second, she stood frozen in horror.The next, her body was shifting.Not fully. Not yet. But her fingers cracked, claws pushing through. Her irises blazed silver, and her canines extended. Her voice, when it came, was layered: hers and her wolf’s fused.“You don’t own me.”Valda’s eyes sparkled. “No. But I made you possible.”Grey moved in beside her, still partially shifted, blood still streaking his arm from the rooftop fight.“We can’t take all of them,” he growled low. “Not here. Not now.”Liam st
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Chapter: Chapter Nine – The Sound of the Dead
“No,” Liam breathed. “That’s not,…..he’s dead. He died with the pack.”The scream echoed again, fractured by the wind but unmistakably familiar. Mira’s spine stiffened as the sound twisted through her bones like it had been waiting in her blood all along.“I heard it too,” she said quietly.The seer stood slowly, gripping his staff. “The blood remembers. But what you hear now... is not the man you knew.”Grey’s claws unsheathed with a slow scrape. “We need to move. That sound didn’t just come out of nowhere.”Liam looked shaken, rooted to the ground. “What if it’s him? What if they took him too?”“If they did,” Grey said darkly, “then what’s left might not be your father anymore.”Mira grabbed her brother’s wrist. “We’re not leaving until we find out.”The seer turned toward the shadows. “You’ll find what you’re looking for beyond the dead grove. But be warned… the answers will not heal you.”“They never do,” Mira muttered.They left the hidden lair and stepped into the half-light of
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Chapter: Chapter Eight – The War SeerThe wastelands didn’t welcome wolves.They warned them.Even in daylight, the skies above the ruined valley stretched gray and still, like the sun itself had given up. Wind dragged through the jagged trees like breath through broken lungs, and every shadow whispered secrets Mira didn’t want to hear.Grey led them up the ravine, his limp worse now, though he never slowed.Mira kept her gaze sharp, her senses wider than they’d been in years. She hadn’t shifted in so long her body ached with the tension of resisting it but here, every hair on her skin stood on end. Her wolf stirred beneath the surface, restless and alert.“Are we close?” she asked.“Almost,” Grey said. “He doesn’t live in a house. He lives beneath one.”“Lovely.”Liam snorted. “I’m guessing we knock on a crypt and hope he’s home?”Grey stopped.“No,” he said. “He’ll find us.”Before Mira could respond, a deep, craggy voice echoed from the ridge above.“He already has.”They turned.An old man stood in the rocks, tall and
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Chapter: Chapter Seven – The Brother’s Howl
The night air was thick with the echo of that broken howl.Mira was already moving, boots slapping wet asphalt as she sprinted through the alley and out onto the silent street. Her blood pounded louder than the wind. It couldn’t be him. It wasn’t possible. But her wolf wasn’t questioning it, she was clawing, howling, aching toward the sound.“Mira, wait!” Grey was just behind her, injured but fast.She didn’t wait.She turned sharply down a narrow side street, past a rusted chain-link fence, and into the abandoned courtyard of an old church. The air changed here. Heavy. Charged. Like something sacred had been burned away long ago.And then she saw him.A figure, barely standing in the moonlight. Leaner than she remembered. Older. But unmistakable.He turned.Her breath caught.“Liam,” she said.He didn’t speak. His eyes, one golden, one bloodshot, searched hers like he was trying to make sure she was real.“I thought you were dead,” she whispered.He gave a shaky smile. “Same.”Grey m
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Chapter: Chapter Six – Red Moon Secrets
Mira snatched the radio from the hunter’s belt.Her hands trembled, but her voice came out steady. Cold. Calculated.“He’s down,” she said into the speaker. “The Luna is not secured.”Silence.Then the voice returned, sharp and venomous:“Then you’re dead.”A high-pitched screech exploded through the speaker.Mira dropped the radio, just before it sparked and erupted into flames.“Shit!” Grey cursed, stomping it out before it could catch the carpet.“What kind of tech is that?” Mira gasped, staring at the melted plastic.“Black-market,” Grey muttered. “Hunter grade. Self-destruct failsafe. He was never meant to survive this job.”She turned back to the unconscious body. “Then he’s not just a grunt.”“No,” Grey said. “He’s a warning.”Mira crouched beside the hunter, grabbed his jaw, and forced his head to the side to check the scar again. It wasn’t just burned, it was ritualistic. Carved deep. Symbolic.The crescent. The daggers.Ghost Howlers.“They were wiped out a decade ago,” she
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