All Chapters of F.E.A.R.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Cheyenne yanked the damp training shirt over her head, flinging it onto the nearby hamper with far more force than necessary.Gunner raised an eyebrow from where he stood by the bathroom sink, already shirtless and reaching for a towel. “You trying to start another war with the laundry basket?”Cheyenne grumbled something unintelligible and started pulling the hair tie from her ponytail, her movements jerky.He watched her for a moment, eyes narrowing. Something was off. She hadn't said a word since they left the field—not even a smartass comment when he tripped over the mat by the bedroom door. That was... suspicious.“You okay?” he asked, voice low, careful.“Peachy,” she muttered.He stepped closer, reaching for her wrist before she could escape into the closet. “Chey.”She looked up, and the second their eyes met, the wave of anger hit him—sharp, scorching, and completely

Cheyenne sat cross-legged on the edge of her bed, fingers tangled in the hem of her T-shirt, staring out the window at the silver moonlight bathing the trees. The house was quiet, the kind of stillness that only came when the world around you held its breath.“You’re worried.”Koa’s voice echoed gently inside her mind, warm and familiar, like a weighted blanket over a raw nerve.Cheyenne closed her eyes and rested her head back against the wall. “I’m always worried lately. But this time? I’m not just worried. I’m terrified.”“Because of Nalia.”A slow nod. “She’s trying so damn hard, Koa. But whatever’s inside her… it’s massive. And I’ve seen what it can do when it starts to crack through her control. If we don’t help her figure this out, it could destroy her. And a lot more than just her.”Ko

The scent of fresh coffee and pine lingered on the breeze as Tora paced the porch, arms crossed, Maggie’s tail twitching in her mind like she was waiting on something to happen. Her golden eyes flicked to the door again before it finally creaked open.“Jax, seriously, I’m gunna explode.”He followed her outside with a mug in hand, smirking. “Cheyenne’s awake now. Give her a minute to get pants on.”Tora huffed, “I’m not joking, Jax. Something happened and I don’t know what to do with it.”“You mean other than sparking like a live wire and nearly setting the entire field on fire yesterday?” Jax teased, but his tone softened. “Babe… you glowed. That wasn’t just dragon energy. That was something else.”Before Tora could answer, Cheyenne was coming across the field, squinting into the morning sun. “Alright, who’s vibrating the dam

The world was on fire. Not metaphorically. Literally.Buildings collapsed into ash. Flames licked the sky like they were trying to devour the stars. Somewhere in the chaos, a cry echoed—a mix of grief and rage and something otherworldly. It came from within her and all around her. She could feel the heat in her bones, see the city crumble as if it had happened before.And in the middle of it all stood a woman cloaked in white and gold, her arms outstretched, her wings massive and ablaze.“You were born for this.”Nalia screamed.She bolted upright in bed, chest heaving, drenched in sweat. Her hands shook violently as she grabbed the edge of the blanket, trying to ground herself.Seconds later, her door flew open.“Nalia?!” Cheyenne rushed in, already halfway across the room.Tyler stumbled in behind her, shirtless and wide-eyed, clearly pulled from sleep. “What happe

The living room of Cheyenne and Gunner’s cabin had become a war room.Maps littered the table and floors, their edges curled and frayed. Ancient books lay cracked open beneath flickering candles, pages filled with symbols most couldn't decipher without Chelsea’s help. A wall was dedicated to scribbled notes, battle routes, enemy profiles, and prophecies—some of them recent visions, others as old as Umbraeth itself.Cheyenne sat on the arm of Gunner’s chair, barefoot and braiding her hair absentmindedly while discussing exit strategies. Tora and Jax argued good-naturedly over aerial tactics. Isolde pored over a blood-soaked text she’d recovered from a forgotten vampire vault, muttering about ancient binding rituals. Tyler hovered near Nalia, quietly watching her hands clench and unclench around the glass of water she wasn’t drinking.She hadn’t said much. Not since the vision. Not since she’d seen Umbraeth with her