Lahat ng Kabanata ng Chasing Bella's shadow: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Isabella waited with bated breath as Maeve entered Shadow's hospital room. Everything was as she had left it. Her heart of hearts still slept, tubes were everywhere, and Dr. Packard stood monitoring him with a puzzled look on his face. He looked up as the Luna entered and smiled at the close family resemblance indicating the same parentage for the two young ladies."Is there any change?" Bella asked hopefully, and David shook his head, hating that he had to keep disappointing her. Meanwhile, Maeve had glided forward and gazed down at her sister's mate. For a minute, her brow furrowed as if she was having an internal conversation, and then she clo

The room was humming with all that needed to be said between the two lovers as the last of Shadow’s visitors pulled the door closed behind them. Passion swirled to turn the atmosphere x rated as Shadow turned his heated gaze to his beautiful mate, still tucked under his arm where she refused to move, and truthfully he didn’t think that he could bear it if she did. His best friend, his brightest star Isabella...The pack women hustled their beautiful children away so that the young couple could have some time to themselves and after discover

Watching the old guard piss his pants was embarrassing for both Lucien and the man, and he felt a twinge of regret for letting his wolf scare him. After all, the old guy was just doing his job, so Lucien reined in his power and presented his hands, willingly allowing himself to be cuffed. As far as he knew, he wasn't scheduled for visitors, not that any came when he was, but still.The guard was gentle in response, walking slowly with him through the cellblock until they reached the locked door that leads to the visitor's area. Once there, a retinal scan verified the guard's identity and unlocked itself, allowing both of the men to step through it. Every pass through the gauntlet was silent whenever Lucien was escorted anywhere. The inmates respected him as the Alpha male, which made him chuckle because he was currently incarcerated in a human prison. There were no words spoken as Lucien presented himself to the guard's window, where his wrist was lifted, and the mic

Lenora watched from the shadows as Santos went about his business with the baby strapped to his back. Every so often the little girl would chuckle and grab fistfuls of the old man's hair, earning a growl from her Grandpa as he tried to dislodge her chubby fingers. It was quite unnerving to stare into her eyes as Lenora found out moments after she'd snatched her right under the Luna's nose. She was almost at the edge of the Howling Warrior boundary before she heard the first tortured screams wrenching their way out of Isabella and Lenora had smiled. Who knew how long her father suffered through the torture that the trimates had wrought upon him before his spirit finally flew free. It was only fair that the woman responsible for it all shared in some of that pain. By the time she was finished with Isabella, she would be begging for death. Lenora promised the spirit of her father that she would avenge him, and what better way to achieve that than to prey on the love a mother has for he

The table would have been an intimidating sight on its own, with the long list of all those that had gone before them, but now, when every seat bar one was taken, and the wolves who filled them stared grimly at each other, the air itself was filled with danger as the war council waited for their Alpha. For the first time in fifty years, she-wolves were also present wearing the warrior colors. The Omegas were represented by Meryl in her mate's stead, and Lucy sat in as the Luna's delegate. When the door finally opened, there was a gasp as Shadow walked in, and behind him, with her head held high, and fire in her eyes, strode Isabella.Shadow took his seat at the head of the table, and Lucy made to get out of Bella's chair, but the Luna shook her head, deciding instead to stand behind her mate. Her fiery hair was braided in rows, and the traditional barbed wire of the warrior woman snaked its way through each braid, tapering off down her back. Black coal rimmed her violet eyes