Lahat ng Kabanata ng F.E.A.R.: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

*Tora’s POV*There has been so much going on lately that my mind hadn’t really processed what all had happened. As soon as one issue was taken care, there was another one at our front door. We had the fight with the hunters, Gunner was shot and taken away immediately, and then almost like magic, my mother shows up. The reunion was short lived because now she just dropped a bomb on all of us. Seems like my father didn’t get the message that I was not coming back – at least, not alive.“Not long enough.” That was all my mother kept saying, and it was driving us insane. She would only give the specifics to Alida. In a way, I understood where my mother was coming from. She felt the need to protect her children while still being an Empress, bound by the rules of that damn court.“Mother, I will tell you right now. Take this as a heads up type of thing. Alida is not your typical Royalty. As her right hand -”“Right hand?! My daughter is the right hand to the Queen Alpha of wolves and lycans

Tora’s POV:It’s hard to remember a time when everything felt simple. A time before all of this—before my father’s betrayal, before the wolves and dragons collided, before I became what I am now.Everything’s different now. I’m different.The bond that once connected me to my father, to Tate, feels like a distant echo, twisted and broken. I know that he believes I’ve been corrupted by the wolves, that I’ve turned my back on him and my dragon heritage, but it’s not true. He’s not the one who changed me. It was them. The wolves, the pack—Jax—who accepted me, embraced me, when I felt lost.And now, as his army draws closer, I can sense the darkness in his heart. The rage. The belief that his only path is to destroy what he once called family.I stand tall among my pack, my heart pounding in my chest. The wolf warriors are preparing for what&rsquo

The front door to the cabin was already wide open when Cheyenne stepped through them, her brown curls bouncing with each step. A dozen heads turned toward her—friends and family—all standing frozen in the crisp morning air, the scent of ozone still lingering after the divine clash.Cheyenne placed a hand on her hip, cocking her head.“What, y’all out here lookin’ for Christmas or somethin’? ’Cause last I checked, Santa doesn’t show up after an ancient god howls like he lost his voice.”A ripple of laughter passed through the crowd, breaking the tension like a sunbeam through storm clouds. Tora rushed forward first, throwing her arms around Cheyenne.“You’re okay,” she breathed. “You’re really okay.”“I told you I’d come back,” Cheyenne said softly, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Moon Goddess didn’t drag me up there for nothin’.

Morning sunlight spilled across the treetops, dappling the pack grounds in a soft golden glow. Birds were already chirping in the distance, the forest slowly waking from the tension that had held it in a tight grip for days.Tyler had been up since dawn.Sleep had eluded him, his thoughts too full of fire-lit eyes and quiet confessions under moonlight. Nalia. The way she listened without judgment. The way her voice cracked when she spoke of pain. The way his chest felt less hollow when she was near.He’d left the beach with her well after midnight, walking her back in silence—mutual understanding building where words had run out. They hadn’t even touched, but her presence had imprinted something deep inside him. Something new. Something terrifying.Now he paced outside his house, fingers twitching toward his phone again and again before finally muttering, “Screw it,” and hitting Cheyenne’s contact.She answered o

Tora’s place sat in a sun-dappled clearing near the edge of the forest, smoke curling up from the grill on the back patio. The scent of seasoned meat and baked bread drifted through the air, and laughter carried from inside.Cheyenne didn’t bother knocking. She opened the door and waved Nalia in.Inside, the warmth of the cabin wrapped around them instantly — a mix of natural woods, open windows, and the buzz of chatter.Tora appeared from the kitchen, dark braid over one shoulder, apron dusted in flour. “Took you long enough,” she said, smirking. “I was starting to think you got distracted.”“We did,” Cheyenne said, pulling Nalia forward. “Tora, meet Nalia. Nalia, meet the chaos coordinator herself.”Tora wiped her hands on her apron and offered a hand. “Nice to meet you. You’re the one who’s got Tyler in a mood lately, right?”Nalia blinked. “A