All Chapters of Rise Of The Golden Wolf : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The echoes of the battle linger in the woods as Talon and I press forward, riding in silence. The heavyweight of our recent encounter with the rogues sitting on my shoulders, but there is an unexpected warmth growing within me. The wolves who came to our aid had moved with unity and precision that speaks loyalty, whether to us or some other purpose remains to be seen. But for the first time in weeks, I feel a glimmer of hope and I will explore this feeling. “Talon,” I murmur, my voice soft, “Do you think they can be allies, or just…rogues who happened to be there? Talon’s jaw tightens as he looks ahead, eyes narrowing. “I don’t know. But we’re going to find out soon. Moonstone doesn’t need an alliance.” “Moonstone could use an alliance, they can be useful, don’t you think so?” I press on. But seeing that Talon isn’t welcoming the topic, I just nod. Despite the pain in my muscles and the exhaustion weighing down on me, I feel a renewed sense of determination. I have fought hard to

The council chamber trembles with the clash of snarls and heavy thud of wolves colliding. Talon and I have shifted into our wolf forms, each of us being fueled by raw instinct as we fight to escape the Council’s grasp. The Elders stand in a tight circle at the far end of the room, their faces a mixture of disdain and cold determination. This isn’t just a wolf, not entirely. It is something monstrous, its fur is black, eyes glow crimson. The power rolling off it is suffocating, its presence exuding violence and control. Talon growls low, his hackles rising as he steps protectively in front of me. “He feels it too,” I realize. This isn’t just another fight. This is something created to destroy. The argument we had moments ago is still ringing in my ears, their clipped words echo like a curse. They have condemned me for the power I carry as the golden wolf, and their threats to test me were nearly thin-veiled executions. Talon had argued on my behalf, demanding they see reasons. But

The burning heat of the poison coursed through me, leaving my body weak and trembling. Talia howls within, her voice distant but resolute. Every muscle screaming in protest, and for a moment, I thought this was it—that the Council had succeeded in their twisted plans to break me. But something begins to shift.The pain ebbs slowly, replaced by a soft, glowing warmth. It’s radiating from my core, and spreading outward like golden light, soothing the ache and extinguishing the venom in my veins. My wolf stirs, her strength returning in waves. The golden wolf, her power is fighting back, stronger than I’ve ever felt before. I gasp, and the taste of fresh air fills my lungs as clarity returns. Then a memory surfaced, Hosea’s voice ringing clear in my mind. “The power is unlike anything else. It can sense danger, Phoenix. It won’t let you fall easily, it will protect you, even from yourself.” She was right. My wolf’s power isn’t just a weapon. It is a shield, one that refuses to let me

DYLAN Dylan trudges through the dark woods, his footsteps heavy as he approaches the Raven Night Pack’s main compound. The moonlight barely penetrates the thick canopy above, casting shadows that mirror the storm brewing in his mind. Phoenix. The name keeps echoing in his head like a haunting melody. He clenched his fists, his jaw tight as he replayed the confrontation in the clearing. Seeing her again rattled him in ways he couldn’t admit, even to himself. When he crosses into the pack’s territory, a few guards nod respectfully, but he barely acknowledges them. His wolf is restless, pacing within him, its frustration mirroring his own. He made his way to his cabin at the edge of the compound, slamming the door shut behind him before collapsing into the leather armchair lying by the window. For a long moment, I sit in silence, staring into the darkness outside. Then the thoughts begin to spiral. “Phoenix. The golden wolf.” He scoffs under his breath, and a bitter smile

LUCIA Lucia paced the length of her quarters, her fury simmering just beneath the surface. Dylan had stormed off after her confession, leaving her standing in the dim moonlight like a fool. Her hands tremble as she grips the back of a chair, her mind replaying the argument with Dylan earlier. It’s always her. Phoenix, Phoenix. She bites her lip hard, the metallic taste of blood grounding her. She’s done everything for him, sacrificing more than anyone knows. And yet, he is ready to throw her aside like she means nothing, all for a woman who had ruined everything. Lucia’s gaze darkens as she lets the memories wash over her, pulling her back to the night it all began. It was the eve of Phoenix’s mating ceremony with Dylan. The Silvercrest Pack was buzzing with excitement, the halls of the estate was filled with laughter, the scent of roasted meat, and the sound of glasses clinking. Phoenix, as radiant as ever, was the center of attention, her bright eyes lit up the room. I