All Chapters of The Half-Life of a Werewolf: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21 Amber’s POV “Honey, it’s been almost a week now. Don’t you think it’s time to return and hear what your people have decided?” Raymond said gently. “You mean… my pack?” I asked, though I already knew what he meant. “Yes,” he answered firmly. I took a deep breath, my heart heavy. “You’re right. It’s time I go back and hear their verdict. I only hope they choose to approve of us.” Raymond’s eyes searched mine. “But… what if they don’t, Amber?” His words pierced me, leaving me speechless for a moment. What if they truly don’t? The thought wrapped around my chest like chains. “They will,” I finally whispered, forcing conviction into my voice. “They have to.” Back in the supernatural Vale, I stood tall as I gathered the pack before me, ready to face whatever judgment awaited. Thousands of eyes pinned me in place, my wolves—our wolves—waiting for me to speak. I could feel their doubt pressing against my chest like a storm. I swallowed hard, then lifted my chin.

Chapter 23 When the heavy doors shut behind Damian, silence hung in the hall for a long moment. The sound of his boots had barely faded before the room erupted in low, uneasy murmurs. One of the younger wolves leaned forward, whispering harshly to his neighbor. “He speaks like the Alpha already. Did you hear him? He made it sound like it’s already decided.” An older she-wolf narrowed her eyes. “That’s Damian. Always so sure of himself. Too sure, if you ask me.” “He’s not wrong, though,” a younger voice argued. “He’s strong. When he speaks, people listen. That’s what we need in a leader.” Another elder slammed his hand on the table, silencing them for a heartbeat. His voice was gravelly with age but carried sharp authority. “Strength is not the same as leadership. Damian’s words burn hot, but fire consumes as much as it warms. Do not forget that.” A ripple of agreement ran across the older wolves, but the younger ones shifted restlessly. Some were nodding in quiet defiance.

Chapter 25 Amber’s POV “My attention was called from the Supernatural Vale by one of my closest friends. Something bad is happening there, and I need to go help,” I told Raymond softly. His expression changed immediately, his hand tightening around mine. “Babe, you’re seven months pregnant. It’s too dangerous. I don’t want you caught up in all of this right now—you need to stay safe.” His words pierced me because they were true. I wasn’t just carrying myself anymore, I was carrying our child. But still… I couldn’t ignore my people. I took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “Raymond, these are my people. My family. I have to go. I promise, I’ll be safe. There’s no war happening there right now, only unrest. I just need to help, and then I’ll come back.” He pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly it felt like he never wanted to let go. His lips brushed against mine before he spoke, voice thick with worry. “I won’t hold you back, honey. But please… please come bac

Chapter 27 Amber’s POV “Guys… as you can see, I’m heavily pregnant,” I said, placing a hand on my swollen belly as the murmurs of the pack quieted. “You all need to calm down. Please.” I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “I will speak with Damian. I know the pack isn’t what it should be right now. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes, the hunger in your families, the unease in your hearts. We are tired. We are suffering.” Voices rumbled in agreement, anger mixed with despair. A growl rose from the back of the crowd. One of the older wolves stepped forward, his voice raw with anger. “Amber, it’s not just that we’re tired—we are broken! Damian hasn’t strengthened our borders, and rogues slip in and out as they please, killing and stealing. He hasn’t organized the hunting parties, and now families go hungry while he feasts like a king. He doesn’t call for the sacred gatherings anymore, so our voices are silenced. Our pups are growing wild, without training, without gui

Chapter 29 Amber’s POV I was in my final month, my belly heavy and full with the life we had created. Raymond had been nothing but wonderful, always hovering, always making sure I was comfortable. Tonight, we sat together on the bed, his hand absentmindedly tracing circles on my swollen stomach as we planned aloud how we’d spoil our little girl and take her traveling one day. “First stop, Paris,” he teased, grinning. “Even if she’s just three months old. We’ll put her in a tiny stroller and let her scream at the Eiffel Tower.” I laughed. “You mean you’ll be the one carrying the stroller up those endless stairs while she cries. I’ll just be there eating croissants.” He groaned dramatically, making me laugh harder, then leaned down to kiss my belly. “You hear that, princess? Your mother’s already abandoning us.” The sweetness of the moment almost made me forget the weight on my chest. Almost. Because the truth was, while my heart dreamed of our little family, my mind still d