Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wolf Who Saved Me: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

The wind clawed at my coat as I cleared the ridge beyond the gorge, my boots biting into frost-hardened soil. Moonrise was a lifetime away, yet the weight of it was already pressed on my shoulders. Every breath was a visible wisp in the cold morning air, and every sound of the branches snapping and snow shifting felt sharper, more pointed. I was alone, and for the first time since Acwulf’s prison, I welcomed it. They didn’t think I’d make it back. I’d give them a reason to regret sending me out here with nothing but my instincts and the fire in my chest.The scent trail was faint but real, feral, and young. Three distinct signatures. They were close once. The river’s edge was thick with ice and slush, and I had to navigate carefully, knowing one wrong step could plunge me beneath.A child’s whimper cracked the silence. I froze. It was ahead, somewhere beyond the tree line. Low to the ground, muffled, but real. My heart thudded as I crouched, brushing aside a bush dusted in snow, there

I expected rest. Maybe an hour or at least five minutes before I start my task. Instead, the council sent me straight from breakfast to the infirmary.“Clean her up and keep her standing,” someone barked.When I arrived, the healer’s lodge was already brimming with the injured. Some were warriors still recovering from previous encounters or during patrols, and others were refugees that the pack planned to take in. The scent of blood and herbs twisted my gut, but I swallowed it down and stepped inside. Lyselle, the head healer, eyed me with something between suspicion and intrigue. “Take that rag,” she said, pointing at the stained cloth on the bench. “And don’t flinch when it bleeds.”I didn’t. Not when I had to press gauze into a gaping thigh wound or when a burn blistered open under my fingers. The hours went by with steaming poultices, low groans, and tightly clenched jaws.Lyselle finally paused. “You’re steadier than most of the trainees.”“I’ve had practice,” I murmured, pre

The eastern clearing had never looked more alive. Lanterns swayed from tree branches, casting pools of golden light on the packed earth below. A breeze danced through the pines, lifting the scent of roasted meat and crushed herbs. Everywhere I turned, I saw the people I’d been trying to belong to gathered in clusters, eyes lifted to the sky, awaiting the rise of the full moon.And me? I stood just behind the ritual stone, my heart rattling inside my chest like it wanted to escape before I made a fool of myself. I wore no armor tonight, no cloak to hide behind, but just a simple silver-threaded robe that brushed my ankles, bound at the waist with a thin sash. My hair had been left down, curling in dark waves over my shoulders. Nothing about me screamed power, yet I could feel the weight of the entire pack pressing down on me.The elders stood at the edge of the circle. Marla’s expression was unreadable. Elias, beside her, gave a small nod. Reule stood farther back, arms folded, eyes lo

I held the sealed envelope between my fingers, its edges still warm from the messenger’s hand. A single word had been scrawled on the front in slanted script:Luna.My breath caught as I traced the ink. The title felt surreal, new, like I hadn’t quite earned it, but the whole pack already believed I had.“Open it,” Reule said, his voice low, eyes still locked on the letter like it might explode.I slipped a finger under the seal and peeled it open slowly. Inside was a simple note, handwritten in delicate penmanship:Luna Wren,Your mating ritual robe is ready.It awaits you in the greenhouse. —N.L.My brow furrowed. “N.L.?”Reule stepped closer. “Nana Lolita.”Of course. My heart eased.“She could’ve just told me,” I muttered, trying to hide how touched I felt.Reule chuckled. “That’s her way. She likes theatrics when she’s proud. And tonight, she’s more than proud.”I held the note to my chest, the moment sinking in. I was really going to become his mate and his Luna.“We’ll have

The scent of roasted garlic hit me like a punch to the stomach. I was mid-stir at the stove, trying to be helpful for once in the kitchen when the nausea slammed into me. My knees buckled, and I dropped the spoon with a clatter, one hand flying to my mouth as I sprinted toward the sink.Behind me, Adriana’s voice floated in, far too cheerful for someone witnessing my demise. “That sounded dramatic. Should I grab a bucket or a priest?”I groaned over the sink, willing my stomach to behave. “Neither. Just… kill me quickly.”Adriana leaned against the counter, biting into an apple like we weren’t seconds away from me vomiting again. “You’ve been sick three mornings this week. And now mid-afternoon. Something you want to share with the class?”“It’s just something I ate,” I muttered.“Uh-huh.” She took another bite. “Or maybe it’s someone you mated.”I turned slowly. “That’s a very inappropriate accusation.”She grinned. “Not when you’re glowing.”“I’m not glowing. I’m sweaty and p