All Chapters of F.E.A.R.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

It was the kind of morning that felt stolen from a fairytale—sunlight soft and golden, birds chirping harmonies that even Cheyenne couldn’t bring herself to curse. She reclined in one of the lounge chairs just outside her and Gunner’s cabin, wearing sunglasses too big for her face and sipping iced tea like she didn’t have the weight of the world tattooed into her DNA.The pack grounds were alive with laughter and lightness. Chelsea and Ben were trying to teach Darian how to skip stones by the creek—he was mostly just yeeting them like weapons. Jax and Tora were lounging under the shade of a willow, her head on his lap as he lazily braided a strand of her hair, a soft smirk on his lips every time she smacked his hand for tugging too hard. Isolde and Thorne were doing that thing where they pretended not to be affectionate, yet somehow never stopped touching.Even Cheyenne had her guard down. The calm wasn’t just rare. It was suspicious

*Six months later.*That’s how long it had been since the world shifted on its axis with the arrival of Kael and Liora—half a year of late nights, early mornings, endless diapers, and more magic-infused baby giggles than anyone thought their hearts could handle.Also? Not a single piece of furniture remained exactly where it had originally been.Tora sighed as she watched Kael crawl—no, charge—across the floor like a fuzzy wrecking ball. One little paw still popped out now and then as if his inner wolf was trying to get in on the action. Meanwhile, Liora, not to be outdone, had scrambled up the side of the couch and was attempting to scale it like some sort of glowing, fireproof mountain goat."She’s climbing again," Tora muttered, not bothering to raise her voice.“I see her,” Jax said from the kitchen, sipping coffee like it was the only thing keeping him upright. “I’m just trying to give her

The woods were quiet.Not eerily, not fearfully—just… peacefully. Like the land itself had finally exhaled.Cheyenne walked slowly, the crunch of leaves under her boots steady and rhythmic, her hands shoved deep into her hoodie. Behind her, the Blood Moon Packhouse glowed softly with the sounds of laughter and life. The twins’ birthday celebration was still raging strong inside. But she needed air. She needed quiet. She needed this.“I didn’t think we’d ever get here,” Koa said in her mind, her voice thoughtful, no longer as cryptic as when they first met. “Not alive, anyway.”Cheyenne smirked. “Speak for yourself. I had a ten-point plan and everything.”“You had a bottle of whiskey and a list titled ‘People I Might Punch.’”“…Which is a plan, thank you very much.”The wind stirred gently, brushing her hair into her f