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Chapter One Hundred & Seventeen - Echoes Of The Past.
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Claimed by the wolves. Chapter 135 — Legacy of Shadows
Juliette’s POV:Blackridge answered even before I gave the command.The moment the sigils on the boundary flared, sharp, intentional, this time unmistakably altered on purpose, the land itself seemed to tense up, as though it were drawing breath, trying to prepare for the impending violence. Riots began to shift beneath the soil, the winding changing direction, funneling down from the eastern ridge that felt more purposeful and intention rather than natural. None of this was natural. This was no longer an observation or assessment. This was engagement. “Positions now!” I yelled out, Omega power coursing through my veins as it threaded through my voice, carrying it far beyond the training grounds into the forest around us. Wolves moved instantly, formations snapping right into place with practiced precision. No panic, no hesitation, just practiced motion. They trusted me. Had faith in me. That knowledge, it settled right into my spine like armor made from the finest steel. The
Claimed by the wolves. Chapter 134 - Countdown?
Juliette’s POV:The hidden brother or whatever force had been guiding, assessing, observing.. was here.Closer than I dared imagine.And for the first time, I realized we were not just training anymore. We were walking a battlefield line drawn in shadows. And the first move had already been made—without us knowing who would strike next, or when.The whisper did not fade after it was spoken.It lingered.It curled itself around my spine, threaded through my ribs, and settled deep in my chest like something that had always belonged there and was only now being acknowledged.The first choice is not yours.I stood at the edge of the overlook long after the forest stilled again, long after the patrols resumed their rotations and the pack returned to guarded normalcy. The night air was cold against my skin, sharp enough to bite, but I barely noticed. My focus remained fixed on the tree line where the presence had receded—where something unseen had crossed into Blackridge without ever breach
Claimed by the wolves. Chapter 133 — Hidden Agendas
Juliette’s POV:The sun hung low, right behind the western peaks of Blackridge, staining the sky in streaks of blood-orange and bruised purples.Shadows etched long across the training grounds, shifting like restless wandering spirits. I could almost feel them press against my skin with thei silent, watchful intent.The day had begun with training drills, formations, and endurance exercises that left the pack exhausted but sharper than ever. And yet, beneath every movement, beneath the precision of muscle and fluid coordination, I could feel something else, something quite like an undercurrent of calculation. Something—or someone—was nudging at the edges of our reality, seemingly shaping events in ways invisible but impossible to ignore.Dorian approached, brows furrowed. “Something feels.. off,” he muttered, glancing toward the treeline. Dorian’s instincts have always been sharp and spot-on, so I knew he wasn’t speaking lightly. I could feel it too. My eyes followed his gaze. The
Claimed by the wolves. Chapter 132 — Training for War
Juliette’s POV:Dawn crept over Blackridge in rather slow, deliberate breaths. The sky had yet to burn gold; the forest still wore the heavy blue-gray of early morning, and mist curled along the treetops like wandering fingers, searching for secrets long buried. Even the soil itself seemed to hold its weight, compressed with memory, as if every footprint the pack had ever left had left an echo behind.I stood at the center of the training grounds, the wooden railing pressing into my palms as my eyes scanned through the pack’s movements. Liora, Dorian, and Bryan flanked me, silent sentinels, their energy taut, primed. Giving me the silent support that kept me a little steady. The air itself seemed almost charged like it had electrical currents flowing through it as it brimmed with expectation. The rather invisible pulse of the Heir’s presence still lingered somewhere beyond the trees, like a storm that was yet to arrive.“Formation!” I called, my voice steady, carrying authori
Claimed by the wolves. Chapter 131 — Bloodline Confrontation.
Juliette’s POVThe forest did not return to silence after he left.It should have. I mean after tension broke, after a presence withdrew, the land should have exhaled, and then resettled itself into its familiar rhythm. Birds should have resumed their calls. The wind should have reclaimed its path through the leaves. But this time, the quiet, it lingered on like an ugly scar.The sigil beneath my boots pulsed once more, faint and almost deliberate, before sinking fully into the earth as if it had never been there at all. No scorch marks. No damage. Just absence.And yet I knew, actually, we all knew, that the land would remember.“He didn’t threaten us,” Bryan said at last, his voice low, almost a whisper, cautious, as though speaking too loudly might summon the Heir back from the trees. His eyes never leaving the shadows where the forest swallowed him whole. “That’s what bothers me.”Dorian’s jaw tightened. “Threats are usually very obvious. Loud. Open. This was…” He paused, as tho
Claimed by the wolves. Chapter 130 — The Heir Revealed
Iuliette’s POV:It felt like the forest held her breath. Every single leaf, every branch, every shadow even, all seemed to lean closer, like they were watching, waiting. I could feel it in my bones, that strong pull of something older, sharper, deliberate even. It wasn’t just a presence, no, it felt like a calculation. Like someone who knew not just the land, but the rhythms along with every hidden crevice of the Blackridge territory. I’d been following the faintest trail all morning, the rather subtle digits etched into bark and stone seemed to beckon on me. It was almost starting to feel like each one was humming against my senses, a whisper of bloodline and legacy that I was very certain the Warrior and I both felt. Dorian and Bryan flanked me, one on each side, silent, eyes sweeping through the treeline with attentive vigilance that seemed practiced. The tension between us was taut, unspoken but thick enough to taste.“Do you feel that?” Bryan’s voice was barely above a whispe
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