All Chapters of Eclipse of the Pack: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

POV: Mira The factory loomed like a beast from a nightmare, its jagged roofline slicing against the night sky. Shadows moved behind shattered windows, their flickering forms illuminated by the dim, uneven glow of firelight. My breath hitched as I crouched behind a crumbling wall, the cold biting through my gloves. Every nerve screamed at me to turn back, to run—but I couldn’t.Jace was in there.Beside me, Selene adjusted the strap of her knife holster, her movements deliberate and steady. She didn’t look at me, but her presence grounded me in the chaos of my own thoughts. “Last chance to back out,” she murmured, her voice low but sharp. “Once we go in, we don’t get a redo.”I shook my head, clutching the hilt of the dagger strapped to my hip. “I’m not leaving without answers.”Selene gave a faint smirk, her lips twisting as if in pity. “You’d better hope yo

POV: JaceThe Iron Claw’s hideout was alive with tension, a hive of restless energy before a storm. Wolves and humans moved with purpose, sharpening blades, loading firearms, their movements almost mechanical. The air was thick with the scent of oil, steel, and the faint, bitter tang of blood.Karlon stood at the center of it all, his commanding presence drawing every gaze in the room. He spoke to a group of lieutenants in low, clipped tones, his words punctuated by the occasional nod or gesture. I couldn’t hear what he was saying, but I didn’t need to. The glint in his eyes and the steel in his voice told me enough: this was about the assassination.Lucan.I leaned against a crumbling pillar, trying to quell the churning in my stomach. The Iron Claw had always thrived on chaos, but this? This wasn’t rebellion. It wasn’t resistance. This was calculated destruction—a move to throw both humans and wolves into disarray.“Got something to say?” Davin’s voice cut through my thoughts. He st

POV: Lucan The neutral meeting ground was a stark reminder of how fragile this moment was. The ruins of an old train station had been chosen for the peace talks, its crumbling walls and shattered glass a fitting backdrop for a city on the brink of destruction. The cold wind whistled through the gaps, carrying with it the scent of ash and decay.I stood at the edge of the room, watching as humans and wolves filtered in, their movements tense and guarded. My pack was represented by a handful of council members—Merrin stood at my side, his calm presence steadying me, while Vrax lingered near the back, his expression a mask of barely concealed disdain.On the other side of the room, the human leaders gathered, their eyes flicking toward us with suspicion. Edgar was among them, his grizzled face etched with distrust. Mira stood close to him, her presence drawing my gaze like a beacon. She caught my eye and gave a faint nod, her expression serious

POV: Mira The air in the council chamber was heavy with tension, thick enough to choke on. I stood just inside the doorway, the sharp gaze of every wolf in the room boring into me. The council meetings were never meant for humans, and the hostility radiating from some of the wolves made that painfully clear. But Lucan had insisted I be here. A bridge, he’d called me. Only now did I realize how fragile that bridge truly was.Lucan’s voice, steady and commanding, broke the silence. “Kael isn’t just our problem. He’s a threat to the entire city.”“Spare us the sermon,” Vrax growled from across the room, leaning back in his chair with a sneer. His hulking frame dwarfed the others, his dark eyes glinting with disdain. “The humans don’t trust us, and they never will. Let them deal with their own mess while we protect the pack.”I felt my fists clench at his words, but I forced mysel

POV: Mira The Human Quarters stank of decay and desperation. The factory where we had taken refuge was a hollowed-out skeleton of its former self, its shattered windows casting jagged shadows in the moonlight. The air was heavy, charged with something I couldn’t quite name, like a storm waiting to break.Lucan sat against the wall, his posture tense despite the exhaustion that rolled off him in waves. His shirt clung to his chest, shredded and bloodied, the faint rise and fall of his breathing labored but steady. He looked like a warrior carved out of stone, unyielding, indomitable. But I knew better. I could feel his pain as if it were my own, a dull ache at the edges of my consciousness that had been there since the moment we escaped.“You’re hurt,” I said, my voice softer than I intended.“It’s nothing,” he replied automatically, his golden eyes flicking toward me. The intensity of his gaze sent a