All Chapters of The Forsaken: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"I'm sorry, the what now?" Thalia asks as she steps in front of me, her hands crossing at her chest, mimicking Shaun."It's not a big deal, it's just a safe place to contain you," Shaun says."Contain me?" Thaila spits back, I can feel her emotions slightly starting to rise up."Dont give me attitude, please." Shaun remarks. "I'm not good at babysitting hormonal new wolves.""Perhaps you should tell our new friend it's not a good idea to rile up a new wolf. She dont know just how powerful her anger can get." Saf says, and I take notice of her words. Thaila's simple way of breathing and a jump in heartbeat are showing just how annoyed she is getting."Shaun, dont..." I say. "She can get emotional right now, you know how the arrival of the full moon affects us." Well, most of us get a grip of it as soon as we enter puberty, some even sooner. Who knows how this will affect a newly turned human? She doesn’t have years of instinct to fall back on. She has days."Emotional, hormonal... patet

Atlas stands near the window, arms crossed, posture deceptively relaxed. He hasn’t said anything since Thalia walked out of that cellar like some kind of elemental force. I don’t blame him. I haven’t said anything either.Not until now.“She’s stronger than we thought,” I murmur.Atlas doesn’t look at me right away. “She is.” Why does he feel so... distant all of a sudden? Just yesterday, he wanted me, my soulmate, he said. Usually I can read people very well, it's part of my job description, knowing their next move, but since Atlas avoids my eyes, I dont know, I can't even guess what is happening inside his head."Woman, you wanted space, he gave it to you." Saf says, her hum low inside my head. "Or are you regretting that decision?" I grit my teeth at Saf’s comment, but she’s not wrong.“I didn’t ask him to vanish into himself,” I whisper back, not aloud, just in my head, though the frustration simmers all the same. “I asked for space. Not a wall.”Atlas finally turns toward me then

The air in the room shifts when Kaya stands, breaking the comfortable stillness between us. I feel the weight of her footsteps lingering in my chest. I stay on the couch, staring at the space where she was just moments ago, her warmth still faintly radiating on the cushion next to me.I know she’s still sorting through everything, trying to figure out what I mean, what she means to me. But even if she doesn’t have the answers yet, there’s something in the way she trusts me that makes me believe in what we have. Even in silence, I know she’s here with me, in a way that no one else ever has been.Sky, however, doesn’t give me the space to wallow in the quiet for too long."Claim her." His voice is a growl inside my mind, not angry but demanding, like the undercurrent of a storm. "She’s yours. Ours. The moon goddess gave you the soulmate bond, she wouldn't see you wrong for claiming it."I rub a hand over my face, trying to shake off the weight of his words, but it’s not working. There’s

"Even I don’t know what I’m to face,” Kaya says, her voice steady despite the storm brewing behind her eyes. “But I do know where to start."I take a step closer, watching the way her shoulders square themselves, the way her chin lifts like she's walking into a fight she’s already accepted she might lose.“Where?” I ask, even though I already feel the answer coiling in my gut like a warning.Kaya doesn’t look at me. Her gaze stays fixed on the night outside, as if she's speaking more to the dark than to me. “When I was younger,” she begins, “I spent hours reading. Old books, dusty ones no one else wanted. I was obsessed with history, especially late werewolf history, the forgotten kind.”That catches me off guard. “Late history?”She nods. “The kind they don’t teach anymore. The kind they buried.”There’s something haunting in the way she says it, something ancient and worn. Her fingers clench the windowsill like she’s holding onto the edge of a memory that still burns.“I remember a p

Atlas walks beside me, his hands in his pockets, his gaze fixed ahead, but I can feel him watching me in the way his steps never fall too far behind or too far ahead. Constant. Steady.“I thought it’d feel worse coming back here,” I murmur.“And does it?” he asks, without turning.“Not yet,” I say, though the air already feels different. Charged. Like the house itself is holding its breath.We round the last bend, and there it is, tucked between old ash trees and the overgrown garden my mother never let die. The porch light is on. The front door is slightly ajar, the familiar smell of mother's cooking reaching my nose."I just... dont know how to..." I started, but my words fell short."You dont know how to question them about your past, when they have given you all." Atlas says. "You dont want to sound ungrateful or hurt them." It's like he knew how I felt and expressed it with words I was missing."You know... like a soulmate would," Saf says, and I bite the inside of my cheek. "Or