Chapter: The First BreachChapter Seventy: The First BreachThe air in Greyhowl Estate carried a weight, thick and pressing, as if the walls themselves anticipated the crack that would split the world open. But deep in the protected wing, beyond reinforced walls and layered wards, time was unraveling in stranger ways than any of them had imagined.Logan stood near the arched window of the nursery suite, his hands pressed against the glass as his eyes traced the crimson swirl of the morning sky. His bones ached—not from age, but from growth. Growth that had come overnight, twisting his muscles, lengthening his frame. He was taller now, stronger, his limbs heavier and his mind sharper. The boy who’d stood barely to Link’s chest now stood nearly shoulder-to-shoulder with him.But he wasn’t the only one.Behind him, Kael and Elara sat on the plush carpet, their eyes flickering with the same golden hue that had begun to bleed into Logan’s irises. The twins had changed rapidly—what should have been years of growth h
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Chapter: The Veil CracksChapter Sixty-Nine: The Veil CracksThe morning sky over Greyhowl didn’t greet them with gold or pale blues—it bled crimson.The clouds churned in slow spirals, veins of red streaking across the horizon like open wounds in the sky. The sun, when it broke through, burned a sickly orange-red, casting everything in a perpetual dusk. The estate’s security lights flickered on automatically, mistaking the darkened sky for nightfall.Link stood on the estate balcony, staring out over the grounds, jaw tight, arms crossed. He could smell it—the air was wrong. Thick. Metallic. Like the scent of blood before a kill.The Second Sign.The sky had turned, just as the voice on the mysterious USB warned. And the wolves were already feeling the weight of it.Behind him, the estate was alive with restless energy. He could hear his wolves pacing, doors creaking, soft murmurs in the halls. None had slept well.Including himself.Link ran a hand over his face, his mind replaying the restless hours of nigh
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Chapter: The Burning SignChapter Sixty-Eight: The Burning SignGreyhowl Estate never slept—but now it was fully awake.The hum of technology filled the old stone halls, blending with the natural creaks of the ancient estate. Screens flickered with seismic readings, thermal imaging, and drone feeds of the surrounding woods. Every wall held relics of the past, yet every room was wired with modern defenses—motion sensors, cameras, even silent alarms directly linked to Link’s private devices.None of it was enough to explain what was happening beneath their feet.The Hollow was breathing, the ground trembled at irregular intervals, and despite all their advancements, the data gave them no answers—only confirmation that something alive was moving below.Link stood in the estate's nerve center—what had once been the old wine cellar, now transformed into a full command room with servers humming, screens glowing, and wolves monitoring every flicker of movement on the perimeter.“Status?” Link barked.Micah’s voice cr
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Chapter: The Hollow’s EdgeChapter Sixty-Seven: The Hollow’s EdgeWord Count: 3,018The training yard echoed with the relentless clash of bodies, claws, and fists under the morning sun. Dust rose in clouds, stained with sweat and the occasional drop of blood. Every wolf in Greyhowl’s army moved like they had everything to lose—because they did.Link prowled the grounds, barking orders, his voice sharper than the blade strapped to his thigh. His presence was a storm—commanding, heavy, unyielding.“Harder!” he snarled. “The Hollow won’t spare you for hesitating, and neither will I!”Pairs slammed into one another with more force, the sounds of pain and determination mingling. But beneath Link’s commanding exterior, something pulled his focus tighter than any sparring match.Lilly.She was suffering, consumed in a heat that went beyond nature’s cycle—deep, primal, an ache born of something darker, something that gnawed beneath Greyhowl’s foundations.Link’s mind replayed the morning—the sharp spike in her scent, t
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Chapter: Training the Howl Chapter Sixty-Six: Training the Howl The days after the Hollow stirred became a blur of sweat, dirt, and discipline.Link drove the pack harder than ever before. Every morning, they gathered before the sun rose, pushed to exhaustion and beyond. The wolves fought in their human forms, then their half-shifts, then full beasts, all while the ground beneath Greyhowl pulsed like a second heartbeat.Lilly trained alongside them—not just her flames, but her body, her endurance, her control. She moved like fire personified, fast and unpredictable, every hit sharp, every block solid. She was Luna, not just in name but in presence. They saw her strength and they followed her flame.But when the sun set, a different hunger stirred.It had been building for days since the communion, since the wild ritual under the moon. The air between her, Link, and Salma crackled with unspoken want. Salma lingered longer each night, her gaze lingering on Lilly with something deeper than curiosity.Link noticed
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Chapter: The Hollow StirsChapter Sixty-Five: The Hollow StirsThe morning after the communion came heavy and strange.The clearing where bodies once writhed in wild passion was now still, the scent of sex and sweat lingering in the cool air. But there was something else beneath it—something low, deep, and steady. Like a heartbeat just beneath the surface of the earth, steady and ominous.Lilly stirred first.Her body ached in the best ways, the echoes of pleasure humming through her muscles, but the air pressed different against her skin. The earth under her back felt alive, vibrating softly—not in warmth, but in warning.She blinked, propping herself up on her elbows, scanning the clearing. The pack still slept in clusters—pairs curled into each other, naked limbs tangled with no shame, the remnants of their wild night scattered like the aftermath of a storm. But even in sleep, some of their ears twitched, their wolves sensing the same subtle shift.Link stirred beside her, his arm slung possessively over he
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Chapter: What Has He DoneHe was elbows deep under the hood of an old Ford pickup when his phone started buzzing on the workbench.Again.And again.At first, he ignored it. It was Friday morning—calls meant bad brakes or blown hoses. But by the third buzz in under two minutes, something twisted in his gut.He wiped his hands on a rag and grabbed the phone.3 new messages.Rick:Bro. You see Layla’s Instagram?Jules (from the bar):Damn. So that’s why she was acting weird last week. You good?Sara (mutual acquaintance):So… uh… Layla really did it, huh?He frowned.Swiped to open Instagram.And froze.There it was.Layla Williams – @LaylaLuxe_A full-face selfie. Flawless. Not a tear in sight. Glossy lips. Sunglasses. The kind of photo you post when you want to look sad but untouchable.The caption made his jaw tighten.“Sometimes the hardest thing to do is walk away from a life that no longer fits the woman you’re becoming. After years of silence, I’m choosing myself. Separation isn’t failure—it’s freedom. #F
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Chapter: Alli – AftermathHer eyes opened to light stabbing through her blinds like punishment.Her head pulsed.Her mouth was dry.And her legs were tangled in the black dress she definitely hadn’t taken off properly last night.Alli groaned, grabbing at her pillow and pulling it over her face.“What the hell happened…” she muttered, voice barely audible.Her phone buzzed somewhere under the blanket like it had been buzzing. Relentless. Angry. The digital version of a friend yanking the covers off.She fished around, knocked over a half-empty water bottle on her nightstand, and finally found her phone face down near her hip.11:42 AM.She tapped it and winced at the screen brightness.12 missed texts.4 new snaps.1 unread message from: DO NOT ANSWER.She blinked hard, rubbed her eyes.There it was.DO NOT ANSWER.She knew damn well who that was.She’d saved it like that on Monday. Because if she saw “Johnny” on her lock screen again, she’d break. And because she didn’t want to see his name if he texted drunk
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Chapter: Alli – TakenShe shouldn’t have gone back inside.The music was too loud. The air too thick. Her stomach twisted from too much tequila, too much regret, too many feelings she thought she’d buried hours ago. Her friends were still at the booth, one deep in some guy’s lap, the other halfway to blackout.Alli stood there like a ghost of herself.Wobbly on her heels, numb in all the wrong places, replaying the way Johnny looked at her outside like she was both his punishment and his prayer.She shouldn’t have come back in.She should’ve gone home.She should’ve—The door swung open again.She didn’t have to turn around.She felt him.Johnny.The way the bar went quiet for half a beat when he stepped in like a storm that decided not to wait anymore.He moved through the crowd like it parted just for him—tall, broad, wearing that old leather jacket that still smelled like motor oil and cedar smoke and a thousand bad decisions.She tried to walk.She really did.She made it maybe three steps toward the b
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Chapter: Alli – Drown It OutAlli's POVShe didn’t mean to show up.Hell, she didn’t mean to drink this much.But after five days of silence, after seeing his truck in the back lot of The Hollow and realizing she couldn’t even have her Friday nights without bumping into her own heartbreak—Alli needed to feel anything that wasn’t him.So she let her friends drag her out.She let the tequila hit harder than it should’ve.She let herself wear the black dress—the one that made her feel like a whole new girl.Not the girl who waited.Not the girl who cried quietly into her pillow listening to voicemails she never replied to.Just the girl who was done.But now here she was.And he was standing five feet away.Looking exactly like the regret she didn’t want to face.And when she snapped at him?Tore into him with every sharp-edged word she could find?He just stood there.Took it.Like he expected it.Like he knew he deserved it.She thought it would feel good.It didn’t.It just made her stomach twist.So she turned,
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Chapter: Midnight & MistakesJohnny's POVHe hadn’t planned to stay late.In fact, he wasn’t even sure why he showed up at all—except for the tiny hope that maybe, just maybe, Alli would be behind the bar tonight. It was Friday. Her first shift back after nearly a week of silence.He’d spent five days saying nothing.No texts.No calls.No begging.Just silence for silence.But that didn’t mean she’d left his mind. If anything, her absence carved her deeper into his thoughts. And tonight… he just wanted to see her. Just see her. Prove to himself she was real, that this hadn’t all been one long fantasy spun from sweat and guilt and late-night what-ifs.So he showed up at The Hollow a little after nine, trying to look like it was just another Friday.It wasn’t.He sat in his usual seat, heart in his throat, and waited.But she wasn’t there.The girl behind the bar wasn’t Alli. Blonde, tall, maybe twenty-five, and clearly new to the crowd. She poured drinks like she was filling orders at a fast food joint—quick, no
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Chapter: The Silence Says EverythingThe bay door had been open all day.Until it wasn’t.Johnny stood there in the late afternoon sun, one hand on the chain as he pulled it down, the creak of the track loud in the quiet shop. The echo rang out like a period on the end of something unfinished. Final. Heavy.He locked the door, wiped his hands on the back of his jeans, and tried to pretend the day hadn’t bled into disappointment.But he felt it.From the minute Layla walked in.To the minute she left.And the whole damn time in between.Alli hadn’t shown.Not the way he’d hoped.Not at all.At least, that’s what he thought… until he walked to the edge of the lot and noticed the faint outline of fresh tire tracks in the gravel near the road.And his gut twisted.She had come.She just hadn’t stayed.Because she saw Layla.And she left.That realization hit him harder than he expected. A weight behind his ribs. A hollowness in his chest that had nothing to do with the quiet garage or the fading daylight.She came to him.An
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