All Chapters of Rise Of The Golden Wolf : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

PHOENIX The rope burns in my wrists ache, but I don’t care. Freedom is just within reach. I watch as Lucia’s fingers work quickly, untying the last knot that bound me to the chair Dylan had restrained me in. As the ropes fall away, I roll my sore wrist, the relief almost overwhelming. “Are you okay?” Lucia whispers, concern flashing in her silver eyes. I nod, though my body is telling a different story. My muscles are stiff from being tied up for so long, and exhaustion weighing down on me. But none matters right now, I should get out of here. I turn to Lucia, grateful beyond words that she found me. “How did you—“ “I heard about Raven Night’s celebration party and instantly knew something wasn’t right,” Lucian cut in, her expression dark. “I came here to spy on me just as I promised, and then I found you.” I let out a slow breath. “You always had a good instinct.” She gives me a tight smile, then her expression immediately turns serious. “We need to get out of here. B

TALON Then I see her, but she’s not alone. Phoenix is standing at the center of the battlefield, her wolf straining against her. Blood trails down her fur, she is fighting, of course she is. My fierce mate. And in front of her is “Dylan.” Lucia is lying beside Phoenix’s side, bleeding heavily from her shoulder, her breaths ragged and uneven. My vision suddenly blurs Red. Dylan. That bastard. A guttural growl rips through my throat, and Dylan’s attention snaps to me. His smirk is infuriating, full of arrogance as if he hasn’t just kidnapped my mate and hurt someone under my protection. “You came,” Dylan muse, cracking his knuckles. His eyes flickering with dark power, something is definitely wrong beneath the surface. “Took you long enough.” I lunge He barely dodges my strike, leaping back as my claws tear through the air where his throat has been. He is fast. Dylan’s wolf, dark and intimidating charged, black smoke-like energy curls around him, feels like dark magi

PHOENIX My heart is pounding heavily as I move through the familiar halls of Silvercrest pack house. The weight of everything that has happened, my capture, the rescue, Dylan’s constant betrayal, feels like a storm that hasn’t quite passed. My hands tremble slightly as I wipe a bead of sweat from my brow. Lucia is also at ease now, but for me, my mind has refused to be calm. I need answers to certain questions, and I must protect my people from the wrath of Dylan. I move towards the healer’s chamber, my pace steady yet so purposeful. The healer is already working on Lucia, stitching the deep gash along her side. I am standing by my sister’s side, watching as the woman carefully works, her hands practiced and precise. I can sense Lucia’s pain, but at least she is alive. That is something. The healer finally finished her work and I stepped forward, reaching down to gently take Lucia’s hand in mine. I watch her stir lightly, her eyes flutter open, though she still looks pale and f

TALON I stepped through the broken threshold of the Moonstone packhouse, at this point every nerve in me was on edge. Phoenix is standing at my side, her golden eyes scanning the eerie silence of what is supposed to be our home. Behind us, Hosea, Mira, and the enforcers follow, their steps cautious, their senses alert. The territory feels hollow the moment we cross into it. The absence of the veil, the mystical barrier that has once kept the pack hidden and protected is unsettling. It is as if the very soul of Moonstone has been stripped away, leaving us exposed and vulnerable. “Something is wrong,” Phoenix whispers, gripping my forearm. I nodded, my jaw tightening as we entered the main hall. The air is thick with an unnatural stillness. No sounds of wolves moving through the corridors, no scent of heart fires burning. It’s all just silence here. Then, at the center of the house, standing as if he has been waiting, is Cain. My breath left me in a slow, controlled exhale. Ca

PHOENIXThe night air is thick with tension, and I can feel Talia, pacing restlyly with. Her fury burn out, nearly uncontrollable, as I and Talon before Cain, who now has control over moonstone territory. The pack house is silent, an eerie kind of silence that signifies fear and oppression. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I watch the man who has once stood beside Talon as Beta, stand against him.Everything in me screams to lunge, to rip Cain apart for his betrayal, for his smug expression, for the way he has turned our people into hostages. But I can't, not with Mira and Hosea being held hostage too. My heart pounds in my chest as Cain turns his back on Talon, issuing orders to these strange wolves. He has locked us out, barring us from the very home we have fought so hard to protect. I can feel Talon’s pain. His fists are already clenched so tightly that his knuckles turn white, his body taut with withheld rage. But what is most painful is the heartbreak I see